Devil's Food Cake Doom by Addison Moore

Author:Addison Moore [Moore, Addison]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hollis Thatcher Press, Ltd.
Published: 2019-10-23T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Everett winces into his phone once we pull into my driveway.

“I’d better take care of this.” He shakes his head at the screen.

Staring back at us is a picture of Cressida Bentley seemingly naked, save for a well-placed sheet draped over herself as she lies in his bed.

“There is just no stopping Cormack or Cressida from breaking and entering into your homes. In fact, I bet Cormack is across the street right now.”

We turn onto Country Cottage Road, and sure enough her pricey car gleams like a prideful jewel tucked up high in Noah’s driveway. The lights are on at his place and I happen to know he’s not home. He went to Ashford to investigate new evidence that just surfaced.

I glance back up at the peachy glow coming from my own house.

“Carlotta said she was going to have some friends over.” I give the street a quick sweep. “And I only see a few cars out front. I guess she’s making good on her word. I think I’ll head straight to my room. Goodnight, Everett.”

I lean forward and land a kiss to the scruff on his cheek. That dark peppered stubble is one of my favorite things about him—okay, one of many. But I’ve always been mesmerized by how it makes his eyes glow all that much brighter.

“Text me once you crawl into bed.” He winks. “I’ll want to know what you’re wearing.”

“Yes, sir, Judge Baxter. I follow orders.” No sooner do I hop out of my car and head up to my porch than my phone buzzes. It’s a text from Noah’s ornery mother Suze who happens to be a long-term boarder at the B&B.

“Ugh,” I say before even reading it. I glance back and Everett has already pulled out of my driveway and into his. My attention falls back to Suze’s text.

Your mother is in deep trouble!

Along with the cryptic text there’s a picture of a mob in front of the B&B.

I quickly put a call to my mother and she picks up on the very first ring.

“What is happening at the B&B?” I don’t bother with hello. I have a feeling there’s no time for cordial niceties.

“Not to worry, Lottie. Wiley has everything under control.” Her voice pitches the way it’s prone to do when she’s in trouble, and I doubt very much that Wiley has anything under control. The man is a walking catastrophe. “Oh, I’ve got to go. The sheriff’s department just arrived.”

“Sheriff’s department? Mother! Tell me what’s going on right this minute or I’ll be moved to jump in my car and drive over there. I’m standing outside in the snow, so if you could hurry, I’d like to avoid pneumonia.” I quickly hustle up to the covering of my porch and begin to fish my keys out of my purse.

“Fine.” Mom gives an exasperated sigh. “The ghosts didn’t show up. And there wasn’t a single drop of blood shed! Oh, Lottie, I’m terrified that I might just be a one-hit wonder in the séance arena.

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