Mission Inn-possible 02 - Strawberry Sin by Rosie A Point

Author:Rosie A Point
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2020-02-25T05:00:00+00:00

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The last thing I’d wanted to do was spend the morning after the Valentine’s Day Festival putting up more Valentine’s decorations at the inn. I blew my hair out of my eyes—these long locks, ugh—and kneaded the small of my back, examining my handiwork so far.

“You know, I’m not bad at decorating for someone who despises Valentine’s Day,” I said, talking to Cocoa who sat nearby, watching from an antique chair in the hall. Occasionally, he’d lick behind his ears or settle down on all fours and purr himself in and out of sleep.

I retrieved two matching golden hearts from the decorations box. Gamma had instructed me to put these in a place of prominence near the inn’s front doors. Apparently, the fear of the thief that had stolen from the inn and its guests not six months ago had lifted. Now, we bandied valuables about.

Cranky pants. I brought out the strings of red and pink paper hearts that just had to be hung along the walls and wrapped around the banister.

A woman appeared at the top of the stairs, and I paused, gripping my hearts. “Hello.”

The woman could’ve been Abigail Rhodes’ clone—blonde hair, young, and pretty. The only difference was she had a bigger, hooked nose, and her eyes were beadier.

“Hi,” she said, in a nasal whine.

“You’re the new guest?” I hadn’t seen her at breakfast this morning.

“That’s right.” She came down the stairs and paused, popping one hip and swaying her blonde hair back over one shoulder. “Who are you? Like, the maid or something?”

“Like, something like that,” I said, unable to keep my sarcasm at bay. “I’m Charlotte Smith.” I’d gotten used to my fake name, but it didn’t have the same ring to it as ‘Charlotte Mission’ or ‘Agent Mission.’ I missed that. “We missed you at breakfast this morning.” It had gotten easier to settle into the ‘maid and waitress’ role as well.

All it took was being super nice, not stiff, and going against my natural instincts when it came to dealing with people on an everyday basis. Easy.

I extended a hand and she took it. “Jenna Sykes,” she said, still in that whiny tone.

Gosh, where had I heard it before?

“Do I know you from somewhere?” I asked, my brain ticking over. The library! Of course. There had been a woman on the phone in the library talking about Abigail. “You wouldn’t happen to be one of Abigail’s friends would you?”

Jenna released my hand. “I guess you could say that.”

“Oh, sorry. Did I say something wrong?”

“No, it’s not you,” she said, sighing. “It’s just… I’m always the bridesmaid never the bride, you know?”

“Abigail is getting married?” I asked, fiddling with the string of hearts. Cocoa Puff meowed at me then stretched out his front legs.

“No, she’s not getting married. She’s just… well, she’s Abigail, you know? Abigail the perfect. Abigail the popular.” She blinked. “No idea why I’m telling you this.”

“Sometimes people need to get things out.”

“I guess.” She scuffed her sneakers on the floor. “She’s always been the more popular one.

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