“I didn’t tell her that.” Vertical lines appeared on Bill’s forehead.

“I can take it back,” Lucy said quickly.

“No. I’m just teasing. I like to see you in new things. Are you going to model it for me?”

“You’ll see it on Christmas,” said Lucy, yawning. “It’ll be a surprise.”

Bill smiled. “Okay. Go to bed, sleepyhead. I just want to see the end of this hockey game. I’ll be up soon.”

Once she was tucked under the down comforter in the antique sleigh bed, Lucy realized she wasn’t as tired as she’d thought. She reached for the latest Martha Grimes novel she’d pounced on at the library. Soon she was absorbed in the adventures of Detective Inspector Richard Jury and his faithful sidekick, Detective Sergeant Wiggins. What exactly, she wondered, was a Fisherman’s Friend?