15 NoraNora lowered herself to a squat on the kitchen side of the breakfast bar.
Pulling her stash of adult party supplies off the bottom shelf, she tucked her shoulder bag into the open space.
Down here, she could see clearly that the bar’s butcher-block top sat on a wooden base.
On her first couple of visits to Kent’s log home in Medical Lake, she hadn’t ventured into his spotless kitchen. She’d seen only the artfully-arranged river rocks on the side of the bar facing the dining area.
She’d actually told Channing that the bar was a beautiful half-wall of melon-sized stones topped by a well-oiled piece of butcher block.
When she figured out later that the rocks were only a facade, she’d been mad at herself. How had she fallen for a fake?
To be on the safe side, she’d examined his ho
