She saw a woman who hadn’t slept much and wasn’t very happy.

She hadn’t had a restful night since her father’s somber farewell party. She was starting to think she might have made a mistake rushing off to Zermatt.

She loved spending time with her uncle, no question. Ever since she could remember, he’d been the one who made her laugh, the one she would confide in. But in her eagerness to get away, she’d also left two very good men in her wake who, when pressed, would tell you they were waiting for Rachel to come to her senses.

Which she felt was starting to happen on this day.

The last day of a horrible year. The day that one tended to make resolutions for the year going forward. The day that Rachel found herself making a couple of her own—not to let these two very good men disappear from her life.

She just hoped it wasn’t too late.

There was a knock at the door. “Come in,” she called out.

Everett’s reflection appeared in the mirror as he entered the well-appointed guest room carrying a steaming cup of coffee. “Thought you might need this.”

Rachel turned and accepted the dose of caffeine. “You’re a godsend.”

“Did you sleep well?”

“Not really—a lot of tossing and turning.”

“The elevation takes some getting used to.”

“Maybe. But I don’t think that’s it.” She told her uncle what had been on her mind just before he knocked.

“That would definitely keep me up at night,” agreed Everett.

She sipped the coffee. “Exactly what I needed.”

“There’s breakfast to go with that if you’re interested.”

“Very interested, surprisingly.”

“Meet me in the kitchen when you’re ready.”

She nodded, then turned to the mirror and put on the second earring.

“Detective Frankel has good taste,” said Everett.

“They’re exquisite, don’t you think?”

“I wasn’t just talking about the earrings,” he said with a wink.

Rachel waved him off with a laugh and said she’d be right there.

Minutes later, she entered the kitchen to find Everett placing two full plates on a perfectly set table. Each had an omelet bursting with veggies and oozing with cheese, crisp strips of bacon, and sliced potatoes.

“Wow,” said Rachel.

Everett pulled out a chair for her to sit down. “I was just thinking about what you said. Maybe we should catch a plane back to London today.”

Rachel shook her head. “Don’t be silly. I’m sure John’s already headed back to New York and Dad’s probably chained himself to his desk at the Yard on his last day. I’m really looking forward to getting the grand tour of Zermatt.”

“It’s not so grand, but it’d be my pleasure. I just hate seeing you like this.”