Bow Wow Big House (Country Cottage Mysteries Book 4) by Addison Moore & Bellamy Bloom

Author:Addison Moore & Bellamy Bloom [Moore, Addison]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781624301056
Publisher: Hollis Thatcher Press, LTD.
Published: 2019-12-12T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Another storm is pushing through Cider Cove, a brutal beat-down with violent winds and sideways rain.

Grady, Nessa, and I have been tending to an uptick in guests filling all of the rooms at the inn at record speeds when Georgie stumbles through the door wrestling with an umbrella. There’s a man behind her about my father’s age, full head of hair, deep laugh lines embedded into his face, and there’s an overall friendly appeal to him.

“Bizzy Baker”—Georgie hustles him in this direction—“this is Elvis Hendrix.” She presents the younger man like a prize. “Isn’t he fabulous?”

“Elvis Hendrix?” I parrot back in disbelief as both Fish and Sherlock circle him while sniffing at his jeans. He’s got on a leather jacket and electric blue boots, and his hair is long enough to reach his shoulders in the back. “Georgie, I think we need to talk about that Dependable app you’re addicted to.”

“I agree.” She reaches down and picks up Fish. “And that’s why we need to see the ballroom. I’m thinking it’s the perfect place for what this guy has cooking.”

“Oh no. Not in my ballroom.” For all I know, Elvis Hendrix has fleas or something far worse than that and a lot harder to get rid of. In fact, I’m pretty sure whatever it is he’s cooking is considered illegal in all fifty states.

The man belts out a laugh. “Nice to meet you, Bizzy.” He offers his hand, and I shake it. “I’m the owner of the Dependable app. And from time to time, I like to get to know the end users.”

“End users?” I’m only mildly amused at the not-so-adorable nickname he has for Georgie. “How can I help you, Elvis?” Considering the fact I was married by someone who pretended to share the same moniker, I guess you can say I don’t have the best track record with the King myself.

Georgie lifts a finger. “It’s my idea, Bizzy. And you just can’t say no.” She gives his chin a squeeze. “Who could refuse this cute little face? And he’s already brought so much happiness to so many people.”

Sherlock brushes a paw to my thigh. Why is Georgie attacking this man?

I shrug down over at the intuitive pooch. But if Elvis makes one wrong move, I’ll be moved to attack him myself.

Elvis nods. “Three marriages, six living arrangements, and a rectangular domicile union.”

I don’t dare ask.

“Any deaths?” I tease as Fish lets out a yodeling laugh.

I just love the way that cat gets me.

“No deaths.” Elvis squints as he smiles, and a part of me can’t help but like him.

Fish twitches her ear. No deaths, yet. Just you wait, Bizzy. I’d better accompany them to the ballroom in the event he decides to rack up a body count, starting with my favorite walking kaftan.

“Good thinking,” I whisper and Elvis nods as if I had said the words to him. “So what’s with the ballroom?” If either of them utters the words tantric, yoga, or rectangular domicile union, it’s a hard no.

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