Murder So Festive: A Merry March Mystery (Merry March Mysteries Book 2) by Eileen Curley Hammond

Murder So Festive: A Merry March Mystery (Merry March Mysteries Book 2) by Eileen Curley Hammond

Author:Eileen Curley Hammond [Curley Hammond, Eileen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Twody Press
Published: 2018-10-10T22:00:00+00:00


Chapter 14

My phone dinged far too early the next morning. Whose bright idea was the champagne last night? I grabbed it from the side table and pulled it under the covers. It was a text from Rob: “Good morning, sunshine. Nine o’clock Mass?”

“What’s wrong with ten thirty?”

“Early bird gets the worm.” He appended a smiley face.

I groaned. He didn’t get much more sleep than me. How can he be so perky? “All right. Nine it is. But you owe me coffee.”

Showered and dressed, I felt marginally better. By the second cup of coffee, I was almost human, and my brain had started to process. How desperate were Ed and Andy to expand their shop? They didn’t waste any time getting Caroline to sign the variance.

I went upstairs to Jenny’s room and poked my head in the door. “I’m leaving for church. Are you getting up?”

Indistinct mumbling came from under the covers that sounded like, “I’ll go to the noon Mass.”

Striding into the room, I picked up her phone and set the alarm for ten thirty. “I love you.” I shut the door and made my way back downstairs.

In front of the church, Rob hopped from foot to foot while rubbing his hands. I smiled at him. “You could’ve waited inside.”

“No chance. I love to see your beautiful face get closer and closer.” He leaned down for a kiss. I brushed his lips briefly and backed up. His eyes widened. “Are you in a bad mood this morning?”

“No. Just tired. I’m also not a big fan of public displays of affection in front of the church with lots of people around.”

He laughed because we were the only ones on the steps. “It’s the nine o’clock Mass. Anyone going to this one is already inside.”

I grinned. “You’ve got me on that one.” I tucked my hand under his arm. Since there was hardly anyone there, we made our way closer to the front. I whispered to him, “Is it always this empty or just after one of Ed and Andy’s parties?”

He chuckled quietly as the Mass started.

During the first hymn, there was someone toward the front singing who had a lovely soprano. My gaze fastened on a woman in the third pew. I elbowed Rob in the ribs and motioned with my eyes.

He mouthed, “Susan Clime?” I nodded and faced front. He pressed my hand and whispered into my ear, “Let’s catch her after.”

I nodded again and continued singing the hymn. After Mass, the few parishioners in attendance gathered in the vestibule, chatting with Father Tom. I waited till Susan finished speaking with him. “Susan, can I talk to you for a moment?”

“Sure. What’s up?”

“Are you doing anything right now? Would you be able to have breakfast with Rob and me?”

She looked nervous. “I haven’t done anything wrong, have I?”

I patted her hand. “No. Not at all. We just have a few questions, and it’s hard to find time to have a conversation at work.”

“In that case, I don’t mind if I do.



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