Cake Tastings and Killers: A Bed and Breakfast Cozy Mystery by A.R. Winters

Author:A.R. Winters [Winters, A.R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-01-01T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Granny and Coral were asleep by the time I got home. But there was too much heat in my blood for me to even attempt a quick snooze.

And I had been so busy searching for an opening with Jason and then pumping him for information, I hadn't eaten more than a few bites of my meal. I was starving.

After raiding the fridge, I set up on Granny’s couch and turned on bad infomercials to distract me. Whoever's idea it was to make Saturday night television a desert wasteland should lose their job.

Three infomercials, a heaping helping of Granny's rice and beans, and two beers later, my body and eyes felt heavy, but my mind still wouldn't slow down enough for me to sleep. Jason Delany had given me too much to think about.

Everyone agreed Charlie was the fly in their otherwise clear ointment. But it had taken Charlie assaulting his fiancé for Simon Lambert to muster a physical response. It had been explosive, yes, and reckless for its many witnesses. That didn't mean Simon had it in him to murder anyone, much less a man he'd known and worked with for years.

I fell asleep sometime after midnight and woke up to the smell of strong coffee and frying bacon.

"Bless you, Granny," I mumbled as I pushed myself to a sitting position. Coral looked up at me from her perch on the armrest. Never one to disappoint a fuzzy face, I reached down and rubbed between her ears. "And good morning to you, Coco."

Granny came into the living room with a steaming mug of coffee, setting it on the side table to my left. "Breakfast should be ready soon. Figured you came in late last night. Is that good news?"

I didn’t have to wonder whether Granny meant good news about the case or good news about my date. Murder or not, Margaret Fisher wanted her grandgirls settled.

"Just the opposite," I said, grabbing the coffee mug and clutching it between my hands. "I didn't think it was possible to strike out on a date I didn’t expect anything from, but somehow I managed it."

"He didn't tell you anything?" Granny's brow furrowed.

"Nothing of use to us," I said. "Just a wasted night and a reminder of why I hate dating."

Granny didn’t hide her disappointment. I hid my guilt with a scalding sip of coffee that made my eyes water.

"Well, it’s not all bad. At least you got to try Bastian’s."

Silver lining found, Granny wandered back into the kitchen to finish breakfast.

After a leisurely breakfast with my grandmother and a few minutes of snuggles with Coral, I hopped into my car and drove to Key West.

Danielle gave me two days off a week, one that floated based on what she needed me to do and the other locked to Sundays. I tended to spend my floating off day on the ground of the Paradise, but my Sundays were reserved for garage sales. I'd developed a habit of prowling them during my years in Seattle.

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