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| Title: Brookside Manor Rating: PG-13 Spoilers: None Summary: The JAG crew gives Harm and Mac an all-expenses paid trip to Brookside Manor. However, it's a lot more than they bargained for! http://www.bestromanticinns.com/BrookSideManor/BrookSide-Manor.html Vacation. One word, three syllables, and something Harm and Mac were in dire need of. As a sort of congratulatory gesture, the entire JAG staff pitched in and made reservations at the Brookside Manor in Wakefield, Rhode Island. They jumped at the chance to spend some time alone. Sure, they loved their children as much as any mother and father, but sometimes... Yeah, you just needed time apart from them. Absence does make the heart grow stronger. "Mac, you really don't need to pack that many outfits, I doubt I'll have you in any of them very long." She looked up and threw a balled up pair of socks at him. "You pig!" However, she proceeded to remove a few outfits anyway. "Hey Mom, Dad!" Evelyn exclaimed, rushing into her parent's room. She had a stack of papers in her hands. "Guess what I found out!" "What?" the two asked. "Uncle Bud told me that Brookside Manor was haunted so I looked it up on the internet. Apparently it's haunted by Charles Fletcher, the guy who renovated it from a farm." Harm rolled his eyes. "If you spend too much with Bud, you're going to turn into an alien." "Stop that, Harm," Mac said. She was genuinely interested in the Manor. "What else does it say?" she asked Evelyn. "There's a ton of testimonies right here," she replied, handing Mac the papers. "Pillows disappear and reappear every few minutes." Harm laughed and shook his head. "I'll believe it when I see it!" Mac ignored him and read what Evelyn had printed out. 'Located in Wakefield, Rhode Island, Brookside Manor is a luxurious manor house set on nearly eight acres. Landscaped gardens edged by brick and stone terraces entice guests to enjoy the park-like setting complete with brook and pond. This historic colonial home whose origins date to the late 17th Century has been converted into an elegant Inn with five uniquely decorated guest accommodations. Originally part of a very large estate, Brookside was built around 1690 by William Mumford as a typical Rhode Island farmhouse. However, additions in 1921 and 1930 by the Fletchers turned this formerly modest salt box into the beautiful manor house it is today.' "I'm so jealous of you guys!" Evelyn said. She looked at her Mom, with a wink. "Are you sure you don't want to take us all?" Harm's eyes widened. "NO!" He cleared his throat. "I mean, no, Evie, you have be in school, remember?" "Oh yeah, school," she replied, leaving the room with a laugh. "What's so funny, Mac?" Chuckling, she said, "You, Sailor." ************* Mac was still trying to take in the view from the balcony. "It's unbelievable Harm!" Harm set down their luggage and joined her. "I can think of more breath taking sights," he whispered, drawing her close. "Whoa!" "Did you forget we still have a daughter with us?" Mac asked with a laugh. "She has some fire in her, doesn't she?" Harm smiled as Madison kicked in response. "We have a soccer player here." Mac nodded in response. "I'm hungry," she said, pulling him to the door. "Let's go find something to eat." Harm laughed, kissing her on the lips. "Okay, I can take a hint." An hour later, the couple returned to their room. "I'm stuffed!" Mac exclaimed. "No kidding! I think you ate an entire carrier full of food." "Shut up," she said, going into the bathroom. Harm went onto the balcony again. "Harm!" Mac called, five minutes later. "What?" He ran into the room. She crossed her arms. "Where are the pillows?" Mac continued her tirade. "I wanted to lay down, and maybe get a message from a certain pilot." Harm shook his head and looked under the bed. "I don't know where the pillows are, I swear, Mac. I was outside the entire time you were in the bathroom." As if on cue, the pillows appeared on the bed. Harm and Mac stared at each other, wondering what the hell just happened. |
