The Perfect Plan by Carina Taylor

Author:Carina Taylor
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: women's fiction, chick lit, small town romance
Publisher: Carina Taylor
Published: 2019-06-25T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

FIRST thing Saturday morning, Evan scooped Libby off the couch and drove her to the closest urgent care a half hour away. He was worried she had broken her ankle. After a relatively short wait by urgent care standards, they took her back for an X-ray and discovered that it wasn't broken. She was given instructions to ice it, rest it, and keep up on the ibuprofen.

Evan helped her hop into the kitchen when they got home. Marcie was in the kitchen pulling things out of the fridge. She tossed some boxes into the trash and set out the ketchup and mustard on the counter.

"The barbecue is at three. Evan, do you mind grilling?"

"Sure, Grandma. Where did you get all this meat?" Evan and Libby stared at the mountain of ground beef packages piled on the counter next to the sink.

"I've got that extra freezer in the garage."

Libby purposefully never set foot in Marcie's garage. She was too worried she'd find a body in there and then be accused of being an accessory to murder. If she never found the body, she would have plausible deniability.

"Now, I need your help. I have to throw together some food for the barbecue this afternoon."

"You're cooking?" Libby asked a little incredulously.

"Not really, I'm buying most of it. Potato salad, coleslaw, fruit salad, and some dessert — probably brownies."

Libby elbowed Evan in the side, trying to get him to say something to stop Marcie from cooking.

Evan elbowed her back, and Libby would have toppled over since she was only standing on one foot, except Evan snagged her by her arms and settled her back upright.

"Quit drinking so much," he whispered so only Libby could hear. "You wouldn't be so tipsy."

"I'll make the potato salad from scratch. I looked it up on Pinterest," Marcie said as she rummaged around in the cupboards. She pulled out a dusty jar of mayonnaise that looked like it had already been opened.

Evan leaned over and whispered, "She never remembers what to refrigerate."

"She'll kill us all."

"Maybe she's trying to."

Libby's eyes widened as she watched Marcie spoon a glob of discolored mayonnaise into a large silver bowl. It was so simple it was brilliant. Of course the woman wouldn't use a gun or a knife. She enjoyed sneaky things — like toilet papering her neighbor's house in the dead of night.

It made sense that she would try to kill someone via moldy mayonnaise.

"Here, I made you guys a list." Marcie set down the spoon long enough to pull a piece of paper from her jeans pocket and thrust it in Evan's direction.

"A to-do list?" Evan asked.

"No, a grocery list."

"Okay, Libby's probably better at that than me." He grinned and passed the list to Libby.

"Libby's hurt. She'll need you to be her legs."

"Great." His tone suggested it was anything but great.

Libby shoved the list back at him and hopped down the hall to the door where she slipped on sandals — complete with socks.

"That's disgusting."

"Go cry me a river."

"Do you want to walk?" he asked as he slipped on his running shoes.

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