A Dreadful Meow-ment (MEOW FOR MURDER Book 2) by Addison Moore & Bellamy Bloom

Author:Addison Moore & Bellamy Bloom [Moore, Addison]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hollis Thatcher Press, LTD.
Published: 2020-05-28T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

“One word”—I say as I look into Opal Mortimer’s heavily outlined eyes—“lasagna.”

“Lasagna?” Opal drags the word out as if she were singing a lullaby. She bows her head and lands a kiss to the ornery pink Scottish Fold in her arms. Pixie is an adorable, typically white with pale gray stripes, kitten who had the misfortune to be seated near a rambunctious four-year-old out in the foyer when the toddler dumped fruit punch over the unsuspecting feline. Fortunately for Pixie, pink is a good look on her, and the other cats have been eyeing her as if they, too, were interested in this new edgy look.

Mud gives the back of his head a scratch. “I give. What is it?”

My mouth falls open as I look to the friendly, albeit a tad bit scruffy, man.

“Mud, you mean your taste buds haven’t had the pleasure of indulging in one of Italy’s greatest gifts to the world?”

Flo grunts, “I thought pizza was Italy’s greatest gift to the world.”

Thea shakes her head. “I’m pretty sure it’s the pope.”

Tilly squints as she lifts a finger. “I’m pretty sure it’s the Italian men’s soccer team.”

Thea and Flo are quick to agree.

It’s the middle of the afternoon and the Manor Café has slowed to a crawl, so I thought I’d throw an impromptu employee meeting.

“Well? What do you think?” I ask with a touch too much enthusiasm.

Flo yawns as she adjusts the giant safety pin holding her skirt together as though she’s not all that interested in the menu changes at hand—and I’m betting she isn’t. But she should be. The inevitable boost in tips alone that my Nana Rose’s lasagna recipe is capable of sponsoring will be nothing short of Italian gold. Not that I have Nana Rose’s recipe on paper—a minor detail. But I’ve helped her make it a hundred times. If I can just dust off my memory, we’ll be in like sin.

“It’s delicious,” I say. “And I know you’ll love it. I just need to hone the recipe. Everyone knows at the heart of just about every Italian dish is a great sauce, so I’ll start there. I’m planning on heading to the restaurant supply store, and I’ll pick up all the ingredients I’ll need.”

Tilly wrinkles her nose. “Count me out of the food run, but if you’re headed anywhere where I might be able to pick up a date, I’ve got a pair of heels and a little black dress in my trunk. I call it my Bowie bug out kit.”

“I like the sound of that.” I hold a hand up her way and she slaps me five.

“If you like that, you’re going to love the name I’ve thought up for our little faux detective agency. Ready for it? The Sexy Snoops. I’ve got a tagline all worked out for it, too. If you’ve got the crime, we’ve got the time.”

“Love it,” I say. Too bad I’ve already done the crime and have no intention on doing the time.

A small crowd moves in and Thea, Flo, and Mud take off in three different directions.

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