Drake Sisters 03 - Oceans of Fire

jump to conclusions,” Abigail said. She settled the gold chain around her waist. “What do you think?”
    “I think you’re going to make him crazy,” Hannah said. “Don’t be surprised when most of Sea Haven shows up tonight at the Caspar Inn.”
    “I’m expecting everyone. There’s no way Aunt Carol and her friends are going to stay away. And it might be worth it to see her Reginald.”
    “I wish I could attract men the way she does,” Hannah said wistfully.
    “Hannah!” Abigail hugged her sister to her. “You attract tons of men. You just don’t do anything about it.”

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    Hannah shook her head. “No, I don’t. No one ever asks me out.”
    “Do you want them to ask you out? Is there anyone in particular you’re interested in?” Abigail asked.
    Hannah shrugged. “No. Not really. I just would like to be able to go on a date if anyone interesting did come along.”
    Abigail studied her sister’s face, with its perfect bone structure. Hannah was beautiful with her flawless skin and enormous, heavily lashed eyes. “It will happen.”
    Hannah flashed a brief smile. “I’ll magically be able to talk without stuttering?”
    “You can talk to all of us without stuttering. And sometimes Jonas. We’re not always helping you when he’s around.”
    “Jonas doesn’t count. I have to be able to talk to him in order to defend myself. And I never talk about anything important with him.”
    “It will happen.”
    “Abigail!” Jonas’s voice boomed up the stairs.
    Hannah flinched visibly. “I think I’ll go get dressed and see if Joley wants to go with me tonight.”
    “You’re really going to show up in Caspar, aren’t you?” Abigail asked.
    “I wouldn’t miss it,” Hannah said.
    “Wish me luck.” Abigail winked at Hannah and raised her voice. “I’m coming, Jonas, there’s no need to wake the dead.” She hurried down the stairs to prevent him from coming up and running into Hannah.
    “Sorry, Abbey.” Jonas pushed a hand through his hair, leaving it disheveled. “I’ve got too many things on my mind and I think Aunt Carol is going to be the death of me. If the Russian mafia is in any way mixed up with Frank Warner, I certainly don’t want her over there with her camera.”
    “Have you eaten today? You look tired,” Abbey said. “Come in the kitchen while we talk and I’ll fix you something to eat.”
    “Thanks, I can pick something up at the Salt Bar and Grill later.”
    “It’s no trouble.” She led the way to the kitchen and waved him toward a chair. “You can’t watch over everyone, Jonas. We’re all responsible for the choices we make.”
    “I know that, Abbey.” Jonas toed a chair around and straddled it, watching her as she waved a casual hand toward the stove. “I have friends in all the small towns up and down this coastline. The mafia plays rough. If they’re here, I want to know why. And I want them out of here before anyone else gets hurt.”
    “Have you talked to Marsha? How’s Gene doing?”
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    says she’ll be in touch when Gene’s out of the woods.”
    “Has he been able to say anything?”
    Jonas shook his head. “No, he’s still in a coma. The doctors aren’t sure he’ll be able to remember much, if anything at all, even if he does wake up.”
    “Poor Marsha. The entire family must be so upset.” Abigail sighed. “You’d think, since all the towns are so small, it would be easy to find a group of Russians. Someone must know where they are staying, Jonas. They have to be at one of the hotels or motels or bed-and-breakfast inns. Once you find them, everyone can keep an eye on them.” Abigail beat several eggs and poured the mixture into an omelet pan.
    “Unfortunately it isn’t that easy. I’ve made inquiries, of course, but my guess is they rented a house through a third party so the house owner doesn’t even know who they’re renting to.” He indicated the eggs. “More cheese. I like a lot of cheese.”
    “I’m saving room for vegetables. You need good nutrition.” Her hands flew over the vegetables as she chopped a variety into small pieces. “Of course, if they’re at all like Aleksandr and can speak English without an accent…” She trailed off.
    “He has