Fried Chicken & Fangs (A Southern Charms Cozy Mystery Book 2) by Bella Falls

Author:Bella Falls [Falls, Bella]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Evermore Press
Published: 2018-03-21T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

The twisting branches of the Founders’ tree dripped with lush strands of Spanish moss. Its leafy canopy offered shade from the hot sun. It surprised me that they had picked this location for our lunch, but I had to admit that the low-hanging branches that dipped into and out of the ground provided a decent place to sit.

Blythe busied herself, arranging the food on a blanket in front of us, the contents so numerous that she almost ran out of room. She hummed out of tune under her breath. She never hummed.

Damien watched with fascination. “I must admit, I have never partaken in a picnic that was so bounteous. Explain to me what we have.”

Blythe pointed at her contributions. “This one is coleslaw, which is grated cabbage. I also fixed macaroni salad and stole some of Steve's potato salad as well.”

The vampire examined each one. “I find it interesting that you use that word, and yet, I see no green in those dishes.”

My friend held up a finger. “That's why I made an actual salad salad as well.”

Damien laughed with enthusiasm, and Dash smiled. I did my best not to mock my friend for her bubbly joke, trying to remind myself that everyone deserved a chance at whatever happiness they found. Even if it changed their personalities.

The vampire took a sip of his drink and screwed up his face. “I am not sure I will ever get used to that amount of sugar nor having my teeth cold.”

“I thought you were from London,” Dash remarked. “Isn't that place full tea drinkers?”

Damien set his cup down, balancing it on the ground. “Yes, of course. But we prefer that it is hot, and usually take either milk or lemon with it depending on what type of tea it is. My particular favorite is the Oolong blend that they serve at The Savoy. It is the queen’s favorite, you know. What kind do you use to make this concoction?”

“The kind that comes in a bag,” I answered.

Blythe shot me a look of warning at my sarcastic remark before continuing. “Dash here has provided us with our main course, fried chicken.” She unfolded the red-and-white checkered towel covering the delectable golden brown treat.

“You made it?” I asked.

Dash lifted his finger to my chin and closed my mouth. “Don't be so surprised. I have many talents you don't know about.” He placed a couple of pieces on a plate next to the other food he'd already scooped out and handed it to me.

“And many secrets,” I added.

“But not as many as I used to keep from you,” he replied in a low voice.

I stared at his lips. “I kind of like a man who can cook.”

“Good. Because I like a girl who can bake. I can't wait to get a piece of your pie.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me, and the heat between us almost matched the midday temperature.

I shoved him in play to break the tension.

“Try it,” he insisted with enthusiasm and little bit of nerves, waiting for me to taste his contribution.

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