Trouble in Paradise: A Sanibel Island Mystery (Sanibel Island Mysteries Book 6) by Jennifer Lonoff Schiff

Author:Jennifer Lonoff Schiff [Schiff, Jennifer Lonoff]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Published: 2020-07-07T20:00:00+00:00

Guin couldn’t believe it was nearly one o’clock. She had been so busy reading the book, she had no idea it was past noon. Though now that she was aware of it, she realized she was hungry. She made her way to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Even though she had just gone shopping, she didn’t like any of her options.

What she was craving was one of Jean-Luc’s signature sandwiches. Without a second thought, she grabbed her bag and her keys and headed out the door.

“Bonjour!” called Jean-Luc, as soon as he saw Guin.

“Bonjour!” replied Guin. “How was your vacation?”

“Very good,” said Jean-Luc, the owner of Jean-Luc’s Bakery, the best (and only) French boulangerie, patisserie, and sandwich shop on Sanibel.

Jean-Luc hailed from France and had gone back there for six weeks over the summer, closing the shop and leaving Guin and his other regulars longing for his buttery croissants and decadent pastries. But now he was back, and in a couple of months there would be a line out the door. For now, though, Guin was the only customer in the shop.

“And what can I get for you today, Ms. Guinivere?” he asked Guin, in his charming French accent.

Guin looked at the case, which held a variety of readymade sandwiches and pastries.

“Everything looks so good. Say, is that one of those crepe thingies?” she said, spying a round griddle.

“Oui,” said Jean-Luc. “I brought her back with me from France. I thought I’d try my hand at making crepes.”

Guin could feel herself salivating. She loved crepes.

“Would you like me to make one for you? They are not officially on the menu, but…”

“Yes, please!” said Guin.

“What would you like in it?”

“What are my choices?”

Before Jean-Luc could answer, the bell above the door jingled.

“Bonjour, detective!” called Jean-Luc.

Guin froze.

“I was just about to make this fair lady a crepe. Would you like one, too?”

Guin turned to look at Detective O’Loughlin.

“I’m fine with a sandwich,” replied the detective, looking at Jean-Luc.

“These crepes, they are like a sandwich,” explained Jean-Luc. “They are savory crepes, or as we say in France, crêpes salés. They are also referred to as galettes. You make them with buckwheat and fill them with ham and cheese and egg or whatever you desire.”

“Sounds delicious,” said Guin.

“Fine,” said the detective. “You can make me one of those savory things.”

“Bon! I will make you both the traditional jambon-fromage, a ham-and-cheese galette, with I think some spinach and onion. Does that sound good?”

Guin nodded vigorously.

She watched as Jean-Luc spread the buckwheat batter evenly across the griddle, then placed the chopped bits of ham and cheese on top after he had flipped it over, finally adding the sautéed spinach and onion before folding the crepe and sliding it onto a plate.

“Et voilà!” said Jean-Luc, handing the plate to Guin.

“Merci!” said Guin, closing her eyes and smelling it.

“And now for you, detective!” said Jean-Luc, repeating the process.

“Thanks,” said the detective, after Jean-Luc handed him a plate.

“And what can I get the two of you to drink?”

“A LaCroix for me,” said Guin.

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