Spirited Sweets Mysteries: Holiday Collection 1-3 by Stephanie Damore

Author:Stephanie Damore [Damore, Stephanie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pink Sapphire Press
Published: 2018-11-26T23:00:00+00:00

By the time Ellen was done cleaning that night, it was just after eight o'clock. I had managed to make a dent in re-baking what had been ruined, but I still had all of tomorrow's orders to fill. I yawned and turned to put a fresh pot of coffee on. I mistakenly grabbed the can of decaf, but thankfully noticed my error before starting the machine.

"That's no good," I said to Milo.

"You need a nap, babe," Nick said, appearing beside me.

"Tell me about it." I rubbed my face. "But if I fall asleep now, I'll be even further behind tomorrow. I'll feel better if I just push through and get everything done tonight. There'll be time to sleep when I'm dead." I winked at Nick, but he didn't smile at my joke.

Apparently, Milo didn't find me amusing either. He meowed disapprovingly from his step.

"Give me a break, guys,” I instructed the men in my life. “Amelia starts tomorrow and hopefully everything will settle down."

Milo turned and gave a flick of his tail.

"Do you want me to tuck you in?" I asked my fur ball.

Milo looked lovingly over his shoulder, and I was pretty sure that meant yes.

"Just give me a second and I'll come up," I said.

Milo meowed in protest. A second was apparently too long.

"Okay, okay. I'm coming." I double-checked that I had loaded the coffee maker with the correct brew and switched it on. When I reached the stairs, I bent down to pick up my brown tabby. I learned early on that it was much safer to carry Milo on the stairs than to have him trip me.

The knock on the back door came just as we reached the top of the stairs. I stopped and listened again, seriously hoping that slime ball Edward wasn't making an after-hours visit. I did not want to deal with him at the moment.

"Claire, are you home?"

I recognized the voice. It was Mike Rogers, our now infamous county commissioner.

I looked to Nick and Milo to see what they thought.

Milo replied with a questioning meow. Nick shrugged his shoulders.

Yeah, I wasn't sure I wanted to answer the door either.

"I have a favor to ask. Please?" Mike sounded desperate.

I hesitated.

"It will just take a second. I promise."

I tried to remind myself that Mike had been a good friend of my dad's. Even if he was making horrible choices lately.

"Please Claire?" Well, now he just sounded pathetic.

"Hang on, Mike, I'll be right there." I put Milo down and poured some kibble into his bowl to hopefully keep him happy until I could come back upstairs and tuck him in. Milo looked at the bowl and then back at me as if to ask, Is that it? Yes, he was a spoiled kitty.

"I'll give you a treat later, okay?"

Milo flicked his tail and cast a dirty look over his shoulder in my direction as he sauntered over to his bowl.

"Mike, what can I do for you?" I asked as I opened the back door.

"Sorry for stopping in so late.

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