Rest, Relax, Run for Your Life by Katherine H. Brown

Author:Katherine H. Brown
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: cozy mystery, spa, spa mystery, best friends, bakery, baking, cookies, cookie mystery, ooey gooey bakery, beach, beach mystery, female protagonist, cozy bakery mystery, christian cozy mystery, christian fiction
Publisher: Katherine Brown
Published: 2019-01-28T00:00:00+00:00

ELEVEN

I RETURNED TO THE SITTING room madder than a whole nest of hornets that had been poked with a stick, dragging the ruined dress behind me. I found Gladys and Sam sitting on opposite pieces of furniture.

“Are you knitting, right now?” I asked Gladys incredulously.

“It helps me calm down. I understand you are upset that I looked in your room for you, Piper, but I had no idea you girls would give me the third degree over it.”

“I think this is more than a little upsetting, don’t you?” I shoved the ruined dress in front of her. Sam inhaled sharply. Gladys dropped her knitting needles and covered her mouth with her hands, the picture of horrified, but I wasn’t letting it go that easily.

“Gladys, is there something you have against me? Something you would like to say to me?”

“What do you mean Piper? Surely you don’t think that I did that, do you?”

“Well, you were the only one in my room!”

“No, no I wasn’t. That maid was here when I came back from lunch to have my quiet time.”

“What maid?” Sam asked. “We specifically told Broussard no cleaning service while we were here and I know for a fact they haven’t come to my suite because they are obligated to leave a survey card and a dark chocolate honey square in all rooms.”

“None of those things were in my room either,” I told them both. Though, if Sam had told me earlier about dark chocolate honey squares then I probably would have voted yes for the cleaning service.

“Well, no I don’t remember having chocolate honey either when she left,” Gladys said as she crinkled her eyes, looking thoughtful. “I know she said she was the maid though because I told her she nearly gave me a heart attack and she said ‘Sorry ma’am, just taking out the trash’ then she quickly left the room.”

I looked to Sam and back at the dress. Did this mysterious person who talked to Gladys exist? Was I the “trash” she referred to?

“Come to think of it,” Gladys continued as she searched the cushions for her knitting needles, “she wasn’t carrying anything when she left. She did have on some of those blue plastic gloves though.”

I sank down onto the couch in defeat. It sounded plausible. I didn’t know what to think anymore. I genuinely liked Gladys from the moment she entered our bakery, but the timing of everything was suspicious. I was exhausted and now I had no chocolate.

“What did this lady look like, Gladys?” I asked after a moment but was robbed of a reply.

Rap, rap-tap-tap. Knocking at the door had all of us jumping. Lola opened the door this time, with Jill and Cynthia behind her. “Is everyone ready to have those sore yoga muscles worked?” she asked with a wide grin. Confusion clouded her face when her enthusiasm was met with three groans.

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