Good Clean Murder by Traci Tyne Hilton

Author:Traci Tyne Hilton [Hilton, Traci Tyne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Traci Tyne Hilton

Chapter Fourteen

Jane prayed for wisdom as she walked down the hall, back to the kitchen. The family needed Phoebe, and as much as Jane would have liked to ignore the existence of the beautiful, athletic young woman who had just smeared herself all over Isaac, she had to try to convince her to stay.

Jane went straight to the coffee pot. “Can I pour you a cup?”

“Are you sleeping with Coach and Jake?”

“What?” Jane swung around to face Phoebe, the coffee sloshing over her feet.

“Because that hardly seems fair. Jake’s my brother, so it makes the most sense for you to stick with him and leave Coach for me.”

Jane set the coffee pot on the counter and counted to fifteen. She dropped the dishcloth from the sink into the puddle of coffee. While she swished the dishcloth back and forth on the floor with her foot, she prayed again for wisdom. With all of her heart she wanted to slap Phoebe across the face.

“It was nice of you to bring him by though, knowing that I’d need someone to comfort me during this trying time. To be honest, I had completely forgotten about him, But whooo—he’s cute right? And fit. You should see him in a tank top.”

“I’m not sleeping with anyone, Phoebe.” Jane’s jaw hurt from clenching it.

“Jake won’t stand that for long, I imagine.” Phoebe took an apple out of the bowl. She turned it over in her hand, the kitchen lights making its waxed red skin shine. She took a bite. The crunch seemed to echo in the kitchen. “He is paying your room and board, Jane. You should show your gratitude.”

Jane dropped to the ground. She mopped up the coffee with firm, angry strokes. Nothing good could come of this conversation. She repeated it to herself again. Nothing good could come from this conversation. She stood up and wrung the sopping rag out in the sink.

“I’m glad you came.” It was hard to pull out the words, and they felt like a lie, but for better or worse, it seemed like Phoebe needed her aunt and brother as much as they needed her. It was right, even if it wasn’t comfortable, for her to be back at the house. “Are you planning on staying through the funeral? Maybe afterward as well? At least for a while?”

Phoebe crunched her apple again. “Depends. Is it a double funeral?”

“Of course.” Now, Jane wondered, why would her staying depend on that?

Phoebe chewed on her apple for a while. “Then, no. I wouldn’t go to a funeral for my mother if my inheritance depended on it.”

The sound of sock feet padding into the kitchen made Jane turn around.

“That’s because you are a big, fat, brat,” Jake said. He pulled a stool up to the kitchen island. “Did you stand me up, Jane, or is it earlier than I think?”

“I was delayed this morning.” Jane turned on the water to rinse her dishcloth. She had forgotten the personal effects again.

“She was out with Coach.

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