A Cold Brew Killing by Lena Gregory

Author:Lena Gregory
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2018-05-04T21:18:44+00:00

Chapter 15

Gia sulked as she held the door to the All-Day Breakfast Café open for Savannah on Tuesday morning.

“No sense pouting, Gia.” Savannah shot her a glare on the way past. “It won’t change anything.”

“I said I was sorry.” About a hundred times—especially for the grilling Savannah had endured by Hunt. She’d apologized all day long while Savannah sat beside her in the hospital, waiting while the doctor cleaned and patched up the gouge in her arm. Then again when Savannah had driven her home and dropped her off to go to sleep, and again when she picked her up this morning and driven her into the café. “I really am sorry.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Willow looked up from the register. “What are you two doing here? Weren’t you supposed to leave for the Keys yesterday morning?”

Earl swung around on his stool.

Gia hadn’t eaten all day at the hospital, and by the time she’d reached the house last night, all she’d cared about was sleeping, and Joey still had Thor, so she’d fallen face-first on the bed and passed out as soon as she walked through the door.

“We were going to the Keys.” Savannah hooked her thumb toward Gia. “Until she got shot.”

“Shot!” Earl’s bushy gray eyebrows shot up almost to his receding hairline. “Are you all right?”

Willow rushed to her, eyeing the bandage on her arm. “What happened?”

Gia’s cheeks heated. “It’s nothing, just grazed.”

“Here, sit.” Willow led her to a stool, then poured a mug of coffee and set it in front of her.

The aroma rose with the steam, and Gia sighed, near tears with gratitude. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” She set a mug in front of Savannah, who’d sat next to Gia. “Now, what happened?”

Earl slid onto the stool next to hers and rested his hand on her uninjured arm. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Positive, thank you.” She patted his hand.

Hunt had given her a severe warning about discussing what happened. She wouldn’t have said anything about it if Savannah hadn’t opened her mouth.

Savannah just smirked and blew on her coffee.

Traitor. Not that Gia blamed her. In the past twenty-four hours, she’d screwed up her vacation plans, scared the daylights out of her, gotten her shot at, and gotten her in trouble with Hunt. Oh, and lost her phone. She was going to have to do some serious groveling for forgiveness.

Savannah tapped her long, tangerine nails against the countertop, a steady rat-a-tat-tat that pounded through Gia’s head.

Gia resisted the urge to slap a hand over hers and still the rhythm.

“Gia?” Willow stared at her. “Are you all right?”

“I’m sorry. I guess I zoned out for a minute.” She shook off the haze of fatigue, and probably shock, and tried to focus on what Willow had asked and how much she could say. “It just grazed me, and I’m okay, but I’m not supposed to talk about how it happened while the police are investigating.”

“No worries, as long as you’re okay.” Willow grabbed the order pad from beside the register. “Do you

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