A Peachy Mess by Wendy Meadows

Author:Wendy Meadows [Meadows, Wendy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Majestic Owl Publishing LLC

Henry Neilson thought Michelle was beautiful. He watched her smooth the rainwater out of her hair with fascination and infatuation in his eyes. So what if he had a girlfriend? Michelle was something else…and older, to boot. He sauntered up to her in what he thought was a sophisticated way, but showed his youth and cockiness in an unflattering light. “Maybe we can, you know, get a bite to eat later?” he asked her.

“Take a hike, junior,” Michelle snapped wearily at Henry and walked away from him over to the bookshelf.

Jack grinned at Melinda. “Boys will be boys,” he said.

“Yes, they will,” Melinda agreed, watching Henry walk away back to his room with slumped, defeated shoulders. “Poor kid.”

Momma Peach shook her head at Michelle. “You have to be gentle with that boy's feelings.”

Michelle put the gray comb she was using to comb her hair back into the side pocket of her leather jacket. “I guess I was a little rough on the kid,” she admitted and looked at the front door. “Maybe I should go check on Sam. I thought he was right behind me. He's been gone for a while.”

Sam opened the front door to the hotel and stepped inside carrying a plastic take-out tub, the rain streaming off his hair and shoulders, just as Michelle had decided to go back out into the storm. “I figure everyone might be getting hungry,” he said, “so I made a pit stop at the restaurant.”

“That's dangerous,” Michelle scolded Sam. “You could have been attacked…or even killed.”

“Michelle is right,” Momma Peach fussed at Sam. She stood up from the armchair, walked over to Sam, and slapped him in the back of the head. “We're a team, remember? Don't you make me go crazy on you. I’m growing mighty fond of her Mr. Sam.”

Sam sat the plastic tub down on the front counter and rubbed the back of his wet head. “We can't work on empty stomachs, Momma Peach,” he defended himself.

“I know, baby,” Momma Peach softened her voice and patted Sam's hand, “but I’d rather be hungry than see Mr. Sam get hurt.”

“Same here,” Michelle said.

“The same goes for us,” Jack added.

“Exactly,” Melinda finished. “But, since you did go get us food, there's no sense in letting the food go to waste.”

“I made sandwiches,” Sam explained, “and brought over some water. I hope everybody likes peanut butter and jelly.”

“I love peanut butter and jelly sandwiches,” Momma Peach smiled. She looked into Sam's face and saw a man that she admired and respected; a man she wished she could take home to Georgia with her in order to make her own town a better place. Momma Peach knew a horrible mystery had to be solved first – a mystery that was slowly tearing Sam's heart apart.

Sam opened up the plastic tub and sat the lid down on the front counter. “Dig in,” he said and walked over to the sitting chair and plopped down. Momma Peach retrieved a sandwich and a bottle of water, walked over to Sam, and flashed a kind smile down at him.

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