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i. Scrabble
"Triple word score!" Pete jumped to his feet and did a little victory dance. "Who's the ignoramus now!"
Helena and Myka were stunned. He had just slaughtered them at scrabble, something that should have been impossible. It wasn't that they thought Pete was stupid. But against the writer and avid reader, it should have been no contest. This was simply not something they were prepared to deal with. The two women could only sit there, dumbfounded, as Pete danced around the room.
In the end, that was his mistake. If Pete had been a gracious winner, he wouldn't have been dancing in front of the window. If he hadn't been dancing in front of the window, Helena wouldn't have noticed the glint of silver peeking out of his pocket.
"If I might interrupt this lovely display of sportsmanship, what is that in your pocket?" Helena sounded simply curious.
Pete immediately stopped dancing, shoving his hands into his pockets as he slowly turned to face them. Helena was watching him with the intensity of a hawk watching a field mouse. He took a small step backwards, towards the door.
"Pocket? What? Nothing!" Pete took another small step away from them.
"It certainly couldn't be Webster's pocket watch. You would never remove such a precious artifact from the warehouse just to win a friendly wager, would you Pete?" Helena gave him a deceivingly friendly smile.
"No. You're absolutely right! Of course I wouldn't!" Pete's attention shifted to Myka as she stood. He took a bigger step back, risking a quick glance over his shoulder to judge the distance to the hallway. When he turned his attention back to Myka, she had moved closer.
"Webster's pocket watch, Pete?" Her eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Mykes, would I do something like that?" Pete laughed nervously.
"Yes. Yes you would." Myka took another step towards him, and Pete bolted. "Get back here Lattimer!" Myka shouted, running after him.
Helena chuckled, listening to Pete try and plead his case as they ran through the B&B. A loud crash and manly yelp echoed from the kitchen.
"What the hell are you two doing?!" Artie bellowed. "Is that Webster's pocket watch? PETE!"
Helena made a face at the game board. Triple word score indeed! She caught the edge of the scrabble board with her toe and flipped it off the coffee table. Scrabble tiles slid across the floor, and Helena nodded in satisfaction. She settled back against the couch, smiling as Artie's angry voice floated down the hall. Just another relaxing Sunday at Leena's.