Simmering Stu by Pamela Burford

Author:Pamela Burford
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: humorous mysteries female sleuth, amateur sleuth, love triangle, romantic comedy mystery, female protagonist, dog mystery, humorous mystery series, amateur female sleuths romantic, humorous dog mysteries, small town mystery and humor, love triangle mystery series, cozy animal mystery series
Publisher: Radical Poodle Press
Published: 2020-06-07T00:00:00+00:00

10

No, No, a Thousand Times No

“OH MY GAWD! It’s Martin!” Georgia Chen practically leapt across the bar in her zeal to hug him. She managed to give him a big, smacking kiss on the lips. For his part, the padre didn’t appear the least bit embarrassed that Jane Delaney, the woman he was pursuing—well, he was kind of pursuing me, right? I wasn’t imagining it?—had witnessed this lovey-dovey display.

Except it wasn’t necessarily lovey-dovey, not if you knew Georgia. It was more like Georgia being Georgia. I tried, without success, to hold on to my pique. Yes, this was the woman who’d told me very enthusiastically how sexy Stu’s former bodyguard was, with that killer booty and all.

But, I mean, was she lying? It’s no crime to appreciate a hot guy.

Unless she’d done, and perhaps was still doing, naughty things with my hot guy.

Okay, that my just kind of slipped out. Martin wasn’t my guy and might never be my guy, so Georgia was welcome to him, right?

Don’t answer that!

She grabbed Martin’s hands. “I know you told me you tend bar here, but I totally forgot. It is so good to see you.”

She slid onto the barstool next to mine, still unaware of my presence, having had eyes only for the padre since entering the pub. In the course of comparing notes with him, I’d told him about my encounters with Henry’s ex.

“Hi, Georgia,” I said.

“Jane! Oh my Gawd!” She leapt off her seat to give me a rib-cracking hug that left me gasping for oxygen. To Martin she said, “Have you met my friend Jane Delaney? They call her the Death Diva. Isn’t that the cutest thing ever?”

He gave me a warm smile. “Jane and I go way back.”

Good move, grumped Cynical Jane.

Will you just cut it out? responded Sensible Jane. All he did was let an attractive, overly dramatic acquaintance give him a smooch. And face it, nothing would have stopped her short of a suit of armor and bear spray.

She gave my shoulder a playful smack. “You didn’t tell me you knew this hunkalicious stud!”

For his part, the hunkalicious stud shook his head with an embarrassed little smile. Oh, that Georgia. Not that he didn’t concur with her assessment, but he had the grace to pretend otherwise, the smooth operator.

Yeah, I was still a little bit irked. I shoved my snifter across the bar, a wordless demand for more free (yes, I am special) superpremium tequila.

Georgia said, “Did I ever tell you I worked as a bartender when I was young? It’s how I put myself through baking school. I still enjoy inventing drinks. I’m a fab mixologist if I do say so myself.” She laughed.

“Well, if you’re ever in the market for a side gig,” Martin said, “Max can always use good people behind the bar.”

Maxine Baumgartner—“Max” to, well, everyone who knew her—was the owner of Murray’s Pub.

“Who knows?” she said. “Susanne might can me for real one of these days and I’ll need the job.” She placed her purse on the next barstool over, to hold it.

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