Holiday Hearts by Diana Day-Admire & Lyn Cole

Author:Diana Day-Admire & Lyn Cole [Day-Admire, Diana & Cole, Lyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781636791296
Publisher: Bold Strokes Books
Published: 2021-12-01T23:14:11+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Doreen gasped and leaned away from their mom as she entered the room. Logan stared, open-mouthed, at the two of them. Oh, dear. Was it Logan or Mick who hadn’t secured the door?

“Mom,” Logan began, “Doreen is right. This needs to wait.”

She gave a huff and placed her hands on her hips. “That’s not very nice of you to keep me waiting.”

Doreen rose and hugged their mother. “Okay, but not right now. Can you give me a couple of hours or so?”

Their mom’s lips curved into a smile. “Of course. I suppose I can wait until after we exchange fruitcakes with the neighbors. That’s why I came up here, to enlist your help.”

Happy to have some time before the inevitable drama, Logan sighed. “But, Mom, it’s early.”

“The earlier the better. Then we can settle down and concentrate on our holiday. I thought I’d have Ben and the boys take a cake to the Grassle family and have you girls take one to the Morrows on the other side of us.”

“Thank you for not making me see those awful Grassles.” Logan shook her head. “There’s something off about them.”

“Oh, Harry drinks a bit, but Helen is okay,” said her mom.

“Well, Harry is still a jerk, and their son is a jerk in training.”

“Come on. Let’s get this over with.” Her mom led the way out of the room.

Doreen’s eyes closed momentarily, and she held Logan back. “That was close. Thanks for backing me.”

Logan nodded. “Yeah, well, everyone else will probably take a nap. They’ve been up all night playing that godforsaken game. But you’ve got to tell your guy, soon as we get done with breakfast. Promise me.”

“Okay, but I’m making waffles and helping clean up first. But you’re right, I’ll call him this morning.”

They entered the kitchen, and something bugged Logan, but she couldn’t put her finger on the problem. The kitchen was clean. All the pies and cakes looked amazing. She chuckled, though, when she saw the bottle of bourbon sitting between two of the fruitcakes. Had her mom had a bit to drink while she baked? Logan supposed it wouldn’t be the first time, although she’d never witnessed her drink anything stronger than coffee.

The scent of bacon filled the air, and the guys and Mick came up from the basement, bleary-eyed. “Smells great in here,” Donavan said.

“I think that’s a permanent scent in this house,” Mick said with a smile. “Morning, everyone.”

“Morning, Mick, you’re too sweet,” her mom answered. Then she turned her head, “Ben, you and the boys grab your coats and take this fruitcake over to the Grassles.” She turned to Logan and Doreen. “Where are your coats?”

“Sorry. I’ll fetch them.” Logan went back upstairs and got them. On her way back down the stairs, she heard her mother gasp.

“Oh, no. Ben, no, for God sakes, no!”

“What the hell?” Logan heard loud voices in the front yard. She peered over her mother’s shoulder to glance out the window overlooking the strip of land where the Grassle property joined that of the Bradys.

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