Murder in the Mix Boxed Set 28-30: Cozy Mystery Addison Moore (the reading strategies book .txt) 📖

“Oh dear, no.” She chortles. “I’ve already tried to steer you away from trouble and that didn’t get either of us very far, did it?”

It’s true. The last time Nell stopped by she warned me to steer clear of the case that was coming up. I didn’t heed her warning, and that Hearst curse has been raining down over me hard ever since.

“What brings you around?” I ask, patting my belly and she lays a hand on it as well. The baby jumps and kicks and Nell belts out a ghostly echo of a laugh.

“Dear Lottie, the baby is almost here. Just a few more weeks and you’ll be a mother.”

“Yes, and I can hardly believe it. And oh, you’ve missed so much in my world. Noah and Everett are both suspended without pay all because we moved Florenza Canelli’s body, which in and of itself is pretty horrible, but she practically made us do it. And my mother sold the B&B to those airhead socialites, and oh, Suze Fox might be a beguiler! Do you know anything about that?”

“I’m afraid not. But I do know that I’ll be around a lot more in the weeks to come. There is no way I’m going to miss that baby. And you can expect other surprises as well.”

I suck in a quick breath. “As in my dad?” Joseph Lemon was the saint that found me squirming on the floor of the Honey Hollow Fire Department after Carlotta took off without me.

She gives a coy wink. “Among yet other surprises.” She straightens, and if I’m not mistaken, she just cringed.

“What other surprises?” Any glee at the thought of my father visiting soon dissipates because, let’s face it, I smell trouble.

“Well”—she cranes her neck past me—“I’m not allowed to mingle in the natural order of things, nor can I risk having my travel visa revoked permanently. Let’s just say there’s something afoot, and I’m sure you’ll be made aware of it at the proper time.”

“Something is afoot? As in murder?”

She glances to the ceiling as if weighing her words.

“Oh, Lottie, simply stay alert and have Carlotta, Noah, and Everett assist you with whatever needs to be done. I’ll be back soon enough, and I’m sure it will all work out.” She says those last few words without a single morsel of conviction. “Just know things are not as they seem. Be wary of being alone. You may just have enemies lurking where you least suspect them. Tread lightly the next few weeks. I’ll be back.”

“Nell Sawyer, don’t you dare leave without spilling the beans. What do you mean stay alert, things are not as they seem, enemies will be lurking where I least suspect them, and tread lightly?”

But that glow dissipates as effectively as a birthday candle that was just blown out and I’m left in darkness as Nell disappears.

A chill rides up my spine as her words play on a loop in my mind.

Stay alert. I shudder as I step out of that alcove and back into the zoo where Cormack and Cressida are letting the party animals run wild.

Things are not as they seem. What in the world could Nell have meant by that?

Enemies lurking—tread lightly.

Something is afoot. Nell said so herself. I thread my way through the crowd, glancing into that oversized gilded mirror in the entry. It makes it feel as if there’s a cast of thousands in this room, and there very well might be. I catch my reflection in duplicate and quickly do a double take, but the duplicate of my face is suddenly no more.

My feet inch forward as I inspect the mirror for a ripple or some grounded explanation for why my face just took up residence of this twisted glass, twice. But the mirror is flawless.

I turn back around and quickly scan the crowd. I spot Greer and Winslow slow dancing in the foyer as they float right up toward the ceiling, and just like that, they’re gone—just like my sanity apparently.

I’m about to head for the conservatory when a tall, dark, and handsome judge intercepts me.

“Lemon.” His lids hood low as a wicked smile twitches at the corners of his lips and his eyes do that broken elevator thing over my body. “If being a hot baker was a crime, I’d find you guilty as charged.”

“Ha! I can hardly wait to see what sentence the hot judge is about to deliver.”

A laugh rumbles through his chest. “Fortunately for me, you’re the only jurisdiction I’m welcome in at the moment. Carlotta said she’d bring Evie home. How about we ditch this place? I hear there’s a private party over on Country Cottage Road.”

“Ooh.” I fall into his arms as far as my bulging stomach will allow. “Will there be food? I am eating for two, you know.”

“Of course. Food is mandatory.” His cheek flickers with devilish delight, no smile. “Clothing optional.”

“That’s my kind of party,” I say as we race off to our rental house.

Everett and I party long into the night.

But Nell’s words echo in my mind—something is afoot.

My baby will be here in a few short weeks, and I have a feeling so will trouble.

*Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed Lottie’s latest adventure. Head back to Honey Hollow and enjoy the next book in the series!

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