Chapter 29

• In a deliberate manner, Nick picked his way through the extensive collection of bookshelves, ensuring not to disturb any books in the process. In an unusual turn of events, a man wearing a black ensemble stepped up to the microphone and began to pontificate on the fascinating relationship between flowers and death.
• Meanwhile, the enticing scent of cafe mochas enveloped his senses. The soothing sounds of a flute and the distant, barely audible calling of a wolf gracefully drifted to his keen ears. His wife's appearance had such an impact that it diminished the significance of all his other impressions.
• Her ebony hair, unrestrained and wild, fell down in a cascade that reached beyond her shoulders. The black-framed glasses she wore had the unexpected effect of making her already sky-blue eyes look even more striking, and they widened with surprise as she watched him approach. Her sweater hugged every inch of those delectable breasts, then opened to a wide bell around her hips. A tight black miniskirt stopped mid-thigh.