from Peg Cochran's Cranberry Cove Series
I love summer on Sassamanash Farm, I thought as I straightened the sheets and pulled up the comforter on my bed. I had the window open and a delicious soft breeze drifted in, ruffling the lace curtains I’d found at an estate sale.
“Why do we have to rent bees? There were plenty buzzing around the climbing roses by my terrace this morning.”
“Isn’t it dangerous—letting all those bees out?”
"Don'tworry. The beekeeper knows what he’s doing.”
Little did either of us know that someone was about to get stung.