The Irresistible Blueberry Bakeshop & Cafe by Mary Simses

Author:Mary Simses [Simses, Mary]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Contemporary, Adult
ISBN: 9780316225847
Publisher: Hachette Digital, Inc.
Published: 2013-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

A half hour later someone was knocking at the door and I came to with a start, trying to figure out where I was.

“Miss, it’s Rodolfo from downstairs.” Another knock. “Miss, I have you dinner.”

My dinner?

“Yes, I’m coming.” I sat up, brushed some hair away from my face, and tried to smooth out the wrinkles in my clothes. Then I opened the door. Rodolfo stood in the hallway, shifting from one foot to the other. He was holding a blue tray with seashells painted on it. On the tray was a vintage wineglass of etched crystal, which had been filled with white wine, a salad of colorful greens and cranberries, a large white plate covered by a gleaming silver dome, a slice of blueberry pie, and a pink rose in a bud vase.

For a moment, I just stared. It looked so beautiful. Then I caught myself. “Come in. Please.” I waved my hand.

Rodolfo looked around the room. “Where would you like?”

I thought he was joking. There was nowhere to put the tray except on the bed. “Right there, I guess.” I pointed.

“Sí sí.” He put down the tray.

I rifled through my purse for some loose bills. “Thank you,” I said, handing him a tip.

“Thank you,” he replied, making a little bow before he left.

I sat on the bed and tried the salad. The greens were crisp and fresh, and there were lots of big chunks of tangy goat cheese. The caramelized walnuts crunched in my mouth. Then I lifted the silver dome from the dinner plate. A puff of herb-scented steam rose into the air as I stared at the chicken. It was roasted to a golden glow and sprinkled with fresh sprigs of tarragon and some other herbs I couldn’t identify. The mashed potatoes looked creamy and buttery, and the carrots were coated with a rich, dark glaze. I ate everything within minutes, right down to the pie, with its flaky crust and still-warm blueberries. I wondered if Paula would ever part with the recipes. I had underestimated her. That was certain.

Too full to move now, I pushed the tray aside and lay down again, staring at a crack in the ceiling that looked like the state of New Hampshire. Gradually, my whole body began to relax. Don’t fall asleep, I told myself. You need to call Hayden and Mom and Sugar.…

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