Mischief and Mayhem (Whiskey Sisters) by L.E. Rico

Author:L.E. Rico
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: contemporary romance, Entangled, Bliss, sweet romance, romance, pub, widow, widowed, off limits, small town, quirky, fish out of water, ex's brother, irish
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC (Bliss)
Published: 2018-06-12T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-One

Jameson

Something occurs to me while Scott’s filling out the paperwork.

“Umm, Dennis, what’s the name of the local newspaper around here?”

He scratches his head as he thinks. “Uh, well, I suppose that would’ve been the Edgerly Enquirer. I used to deliver it when I was a kid. But it folded up like ten years ago.”

Well there goes that theory. Unless…

“Do you think they’ve got it archived somewhere?” I ask hopefully.

“Oh, you looking for back issues?”

I nod. “Well, if I’m not mistaken, some guy bought out the entire set-up—equipment, phones, desks—all of it right down to the last paperclip. If anyone’d have them, it’d be him.”

I say a quick prayer for a teeny-tiny miracle, and then I ask, “I don’t suppose…do you…do you happen to know who he was or where he was from?”

It doesn’t take him a second to answer. “Sure, he was from that town down south of here. The one with the whacky pie lady who tells fortunes.”

I suck in a breath. “You mean…Mayhem?”

“Yup. That’d be the place… God, what was his name? Something weird and…aristocratic, maybe? Uhhh…Prince? No, that’s not right,” he mutters to himself.

“King?” I offer. “Could it have been King Colby?”

Both Dennis and Scott are now staring at me as if I’ve morphed into a giant leprechaun on the verge of breaking out into a jig. And I’m tempted to do just that…the jig part, anyway. Not the leprechaun bit. Though I do look good in green…

…

It takes most of the trip back home to Mayhem for me to explain what I’m thinking…and why. While he seems impressed with my ability to think “out of the box,” Scott doesn’t seem to be nearly as excited about this prospect as I am. And I’m very excited as we pull up onto Main Street and park—not in front of O’Halloran’s, but across the street, in front of the office of the Mayhem Gazette.

Scott’s got Jackson in the stroller and is fast on my heels as I push through the glass door and walk up to the counter. That’s when Jackson catches sight of Bryan, who rents office space here.

“What the helllllll, Brybry!” he shrieks.

Bryan’s assistant, Helen, stops her phone conversation mid-sentence to look at us, her garish orange eyebrows perched high above her bejeweled cat-eye glasses.

“Sorry!” I mouth quietly so as not to further interrupt her transaction. She shakes her head and smiles.

“Jameson, good to see you!” Bryan says as he approaches us. “And Scott, good to see you, man. How’s Big Win doing?”

“Well, there was a little improvement with his vitals yesterday, and he’s responding to painful stimulus, so that’s good,” Scott says, “but we’re still in the window of time where things could go either way.”

“Well, we’re all thinking about him,” Bryan assures us and then drops down onto his haunches to be at eye level with Jackson. “Hey there, little man! Gimme five!”

Jackson smacks Bryan’s palm with his own considerably smaller hand and starts to jump up and down excitedly until Bryan liberates him from the stroller.

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