Murder in the Mix (Books 1-3)

by Moore, Addison

  Lily takes off to help them out, and I pull out a pumpkin pinwheel cookie and take an angry bite.

  Mom shakes her head at the thought. “Don’t you worry. Once you’re in the clear, they’ll have to accept you. You already filled out the application long before the deadline. This will all work out in the end, and you’ll be the owner of a brand new van for the bakery in no time!”

  “From your mouth to—”

  “Meg’s ears!” Lainey’s phone blares a happy little song, and she holds up the screen where Meg glares back at us with her over-dyed black hair and neon yellow contacts, her blue nails exposed as she flashes a peace sign.

  Lainey picks up, and we FaceTime with our younger sister. Lainey fills her in on all the happenings at the library, and Mom regales us all with the tale of how she dumped Wallace—embellished as it were, it still brings me joy.

  Meg peers over at me. “And what about you, Lottie? Trip over any more dead bodies?” She chortles into her latte. Her hair is pulled back into a messy bun, and yet she still manages to achieve supermodel status. Meg is a stunner when she’s not trying to break anyone’s back on the female wrestling circuit in Las Vegas.

  Lainey and I groan in unison as our mother quickly rattles off all the gory details.

  Meg’s jaw unhinges, and it looks quite literal. “And she just dropped dead right there at the ceremony? After clutching her throat and screaming she was poisoned?” She looks over at me. “You’re my new hero, Lot.” She bursts out laughing. “Not only do you find the bodies but you’re giving the morgue a fresh supply!” Tears are actually spouting from the corners of her eyes.

  “Oh stop.” Mom holds up a finger, her very real threat whenever we FaceTime. Our mother is not afraid to shut us down by way of that looming red button.

  The door jingles and in walks a tall, handsome detective whom I might need to investigate to see if his pucker is still working. I haven’t had a single kiss since Saturday.

  “Noah!” I wave him over, and he’s slow to break into a smile, which only makes him all the more comely. Noah has the body of a football player, and he’s chosen to cover it with the suit of a well-dressed mobster. Noah is a god among us that accidentally escaped Olympus. Just having him in the bakery has caused every ovary in the vicinity to pop.

  His dimples press in as he nods to the three of us. “Ladies.”

  I turn Lainey’s phone in his direction. “Say hello to my sister, Meg. She’s the wrestler in Las Vegas.”

  A genuine, warm smile graces his face and those adorable dimples dig in, and he looks every bit as scrumptious as those praline pumpkin bars I whipped up this morning.

  “Nice to finally meet you, Meg. You have an amazing family.”

  “Oh, I know it.” Meg’s voice chirps from the tiny device. “So, what exactly are your intentions with my sister? If you even think about breaking her heart, I’ll be moved to hop on the next plane and bust a rib. Believe you me, I know how to inflict maximum pain in all situations.”

  “Okay,” Lainey says as she pulls the phone back. “And on that note, I have a library to tend to. My break was over fifteen minutes ago.”

  We say a quick goodbye to both Lainey and Meg just as Mom puts on her coat.

  “I’ll see you kids soon. I’m meeting the plumber in ten minutes.”

  Noah lifts his chin her way. “Trouble at the B&B?”

  “There’s always trouble at the B&B,” she assures him just before squeezing his cheeks together with her hand. “Don’t you worry about Meg and her mean threats, mister. Everyone knows you’re a kind soul who would never break my daughter’s heart.” She speeds to the door, and her affect falls flat as she looks back at him. “But the threat is real if it has to be.”

  “I will make note of that.”

  The door closes behind her, and I can’t help but cringe at Noah. “I’m sorry. And she’s right. You’re the kindest soul on the planet. Coffee and a cranberry scone?”

  Any trace of a smile he had for my mother glides right off his face.

  “I’m not feeling so kind, Lottie.” Those serious eyes narrow in on mine. “I just found out there was a potential break-in at Collette Jenner’s house the night she was murdered. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”

  I suck in a quick breath. Noah is either going to arrest me or break up with me for good. Both if I’m very unlucky, and God knows I have been extremely unlucky for a very long time.

  A couple of customers turn this way and pick up on the tension, expecting a show, I’m sure.

  “Would you like to take a walk, detective?”

  Noah gives the hint of a nod. “And you are going to tell me everything.”

  Chapter 40

  Never offer a man a cranberry scone when you know his favorite treat in the world is a fresh baked chocolate chip cookie.

  Noah and I step out into the crisp autumn air. The sky is veiled with dark clouds, and the streets are lined with crimson, gold, and bright orange leaves as if a ticker tape parade went through town and we forgot to clean up the mess.

  “Mmm.” Noah moans his way through another chocolate chip cookie and nods approvingly. I wised up quickly and threw a half dozen into a bag on our way out the door. Lily said she’d hold down the fort, but if I wasn’t back by noon, she threatened to walk off the job. That’s been her favorite threat to wield ever since she started. But Lily doesn’t have to worry. I don’t ever plan on leaving the bakery in her hands for too long.

  “Truce?” I ask as he wolfs down another bite.

  “Truce.” He rolls the bag closed and picks up my hand as we make our way toward the enormous stone fountain in the town square. The park surrounding it is decorated with enough pumpkins to bake all of North America a pumpkin pie, not that anyone would eat it coming from me. And there’s an oversized scarecrow staked into the center of the sprawling lawn where currently a line of tourists wait patiently to take a selfie with it.

  Noah and I pause just past the fountain under the semi-covering of the town’s hundred-year oak tree that we affectionately refer to as Nelson. Nell once said that this one inspired the oak in the Honey Pot Diner.

  “Lottie”—his tone is sharp but tender, a true feat considering the contrast—“tell me that you didn’t break into Collette Jenner’s house the night she was murdered. Neighbors reported seeing Bear’s truck there at eleven thirty. That puts it at about the same time he drove you home.”

  “How do you know Bear drove me home?”

  His lips twitch just enough to make my insides melt. I’ve been craving them, and if I stare too long, I’m sure my mouth will water.

  “Because you just admitted it.”

  “Ugh.” I tip my head back in exasperation. “So not fair. Please do not use your ninja detective tactics on me.” I look up at him pleadingly. “I’m your girlfriend, remember?”

  His chest rumbles with a warm laugh as he pulls me in with the hook of his arm. “Yes, Lottie, you are. And I care about you more than anyone in the world. That’s exactly why I don’t want to see you getting mixed up in something you’re already way too involved with.”

  “I’m sorry.” It comes out curt because I’m really not at all. “But my bakery was being pilfered, and fingers were pointing in my direction before I ever left the Evergreen Manor that night. Bear’s not in trouble, is he? He’s my friend. Please go easy on him.” Bear and I haven’t always been on speaking terms, but after that horrible tragedy with Hunter, we’ve pretty much put our unsettled past behind us and have been nothing but amicable ever since. It’s sort of nice having Bear as a friend.

  Noah tips his head suspiciously. “You and Bear are friends again?”

  “Yes. He’s good with a hammer and happened to have the key to Collette Jenner’s house. He’s the best kind of friend,” I tease. “Not to mention after that nightmare with Hunter, we’ve put all past grievances aside.”

  “Good. I’m glad to hear that. But I’m not glad to hear that the two
of you went into Collette’s home after she was murdered.” His eyes sharpen over mine. “What were you doing, and what did you find? Detective Fairbanks questioned him this morning, and the only reason you’re not in Ashford sitting in the hot seat is because Bear emphatically denied having anyone with him. You do realize he perjured himself for you.”

  My hand flies to my lips. “Oh God, this is turning into another horrible nightmare. You can’t tell Ivy. She’ll ruin everything.”

  His eyes spin wild like pinwheels. “Lottie, you are crossing every line I’m asking you not to go near.”

  “You never instructed me not to go into that house.” My voice hikes up a notch.

  “Because common sense lends me to believe I wouldn’t have to!” His voice matches mine, and a couple of tourists glance our way. “Look”—his voice softens as he brushes a kiss over my nose—“you are in way over your head. And I am not going to implicate you, but Fairbanks is smart enough to put two and two together. There was a streetlight malfunctioning in front of Collette’s house, and half the neighborhood was up cursing at it when they saw Bear and a woman, with your height and hair coloring, ducking in through the back door. What happened when you got into the house?”

  “Bear had been doing some work for her and needed to get his tools.”

  “At that time of night? Knowing what he did about her?” He lifts a brow.

  “Okay, fine. I may have charmingly reminded him he owed me one—and he let me do my thing while he cleaned up his mess.”

  “God.” He closes his eyes. “Did you touch anything?”

  I shake my head. “I used my sleeve.” I wince, and poor Noah shakes his head in disbelief.

  “You’re a seasoned pro. What did you see?”

  “Nothing really. The house hardly looked lived in. I guess that’s because she was always at the office. But I did find this.” I take out my phone and pull up a picture of the notebook.

  “Shit!” Noah looks as if he’s about to jump out of his skin. “You took pictures? You need to delete those right now.”

  “No way.” I pull my phone close to my chest. “There are some serious clues here. I just have to mine them a bit to see what they mean.” I show him the legal pad filled to the brim with odd details she needed to tend to and the orange sticky note that reads Jungle Room enthusiastically. “And it turns out that good old Collette had a hankering for the dirty side of bedroom business.” I blush a little when I say it. As much as I hate to admit it, I gave my virginity to Bear at a discounted rate in exchange for a bad pick-up line and a strong margarita. I gave much more to Curt, and I regret every mattress move I ever shared with him. I swore to myself I wouldn’t let another man have me until I was certain he was the one. And my quivering thighs, my hungry to have him stomach, screams that Noah Corbin Fox is indeed the one.

  “Dirty bedroom business?” His lids hang heavy as he whispers the words hot over my lips. “What did you see, Lottie?”

  “She had these—I don’t know, tools or toys in the nightstand next to her bed. Needless to say, I didn’t take a picture of them. But they were out there.”

  “They weren’t out there. You were snooping.”

  “Well, they may as well have punched my face as soon as I opened the drawer—with my sleeve.”

  “I’m sure Collette would have loved to have seen them do just that. I’ll check it out tomorrow afternoon. We’ll be searching the property.”

  “Oh, you’ll find them. And the legal pad is in her briefcase on the desk in her bedroom—and the note about the Jungle Room is on the counter in the bathroom next to a basket full of makeup. Any word on what they used to poison her?”

  The nebulous they would be me at the moment. As far as the sheriff’s department is concerned, I’m still the number one suspect.

  Noah glances past me a second before leaning in. “Toxicology is pointing to a homemade remedy. Maybe wolf’s bane.”

  “Wolf’s bane?”

  “Also known as the devil’s helmet, the queen of poison. It’s a plant that’s easily absorbed into the system, and given the right amount, causes death in minutes. The strange thing is that they didn’t find a trace of it anywhere on the table that night. Not in her food, not in yours. They found it in her coffee.” I shrink a little because I just so happened to have provided those pumpkin spice lattes. He touches his forehead to mine a moment. “Which brings me to the bit of good news I was coming to give you. Fairbanks and I have officially absolved you as a suspect. There simply isn’t enough motive or leads to pursue you any further. And please don’t go off and give us any. I mean it, Lottie. You need to step back and let the professionals handle it from here.”

  “Detective Fairbanks and you.” I give a vigorous nod. “You better believe I will. Now that I’m no longer a suspect, I’ll be eligible to participate in the pumpkin pie bake-off later this month, and I might even drive home the grand prize—a brand new refrigerated cargo van that will work perfectly for catering events.”

  “I’m sure you’ll take home the grand prize.” Noah leans in and lands a lingering kiss to my lips that heats me from the inside out until I reach my boiling point in the very best way.

  I pull back and bat my lashes up at him dreamily. “I think I’ve already won the grand prize.” I give his tie a gentle tug, pulling him down to me another notch.

  “The winner would be me.” He presses his lips to mine a moment. “How about dinner sometime this week? I miss seeing your smiling face.”

  “Don’t give me anything to frown about and you got a deal. I’m open every night. Just give me a holler.”

  “Will do and don’t forget, no funny business. There is a very dangerous person out there who was brazen enough to kill in a room full of people.”

  “Aye aye, sir.” I offer a mock salute. “Say, now that I’m not at the top of the suspect list, who’s next on your professional radar?” I’m only half-teasing. Everyone in that room had a beef with Collette.

  Noah shakes his head subtly. His expression grows serious as if it were dire news.

  “It can’t be that bad,” I tease. “I hardly knew anyone in that room, so I doubt I’ll take it as hard as you are.”

  “You know him well enough.”

  “Him?” Mr. Rutherford comes to mind, then Josh the mouth-to-mouth guy who wasn’t to touch her—and then another far more handsome and respectable man pops to mind. “No!” I bark so loud half the park freezes solid for a second.

  “Yes. I let him know this morning. He’s not too thrilled.”

  “Will it affect his career? I mean, do they allow judges who are suspects in active homicide investigations to preside over a courtroom?”

  “Not for long. He’s got five days to clear his name before he’s suspended.”

  “Five days.” My God, Everett could lose his entire career over this nightmare.

  “And that’s more than enough time for me to prove he didn’t do it.” He tips his head to meet my wandering gaze. “Me being the operative word. Do we agree on that?”

  I hold my tongue a moment because there is not one single part of me that wants to agree. Instead, I nod in lieu of words.

  I’m nodding because Noah is gorgeous, and right, and my brand new boyfriend whom I don’t want to ruin things with.

  “Good.” Noah crashes a kiss to my lips, and I don’t bother withholding my tongue from him another moment. Noah and I exchange a heart-stopping lip-lock right there under that old faithful oak, in the middle of the day, right here in Honey Hollow.

  Noah and I are finally at peace together.

  But a small part of me can never really be at peace knowing that Everett only has days before he’s forced off the bench.

  And I’ll do everything I can to make sure that doesn’t happen.

  Chapter 41

  All night I toss and turn trying to think of ways to help Everett without actually seeing Everett, because to be honest that whole quasi-invisible father figure freaks me out a bit, but I�
�ve got nothing.

  I get to the Cutie Pie early and bake my heart out, and the bakery is packed with bodies until well past noon. That’s when one of my customers informs me she was at the awards banquet last Saturday night and just had to come in for some more of those addicting sweet treats. She casually mentioned that the entire PR firm has been raving about them ever since. Odd, considering the fact one of their own bit the big one while imbibing on a latte that I provided. But what they may not realize is that the sweet treats and the lovely lattes were all born from the same kitchen. As soon as she left, I was hit with a humdinger of an idea and convinced Keelie to help me pull it off.

  “You sure we’re not going to get arrested?” Keelie’s usual bubbling demeanor has been replaced with a morbid dread of the county jail. Both our arms are brimming with giant platters of cookies, and if the wind picks up again, it might just rain pumpkin pinwheels.

  “I’m positive,” I say, looking into the darkened windows of the Weitez and Winnow, Endeavor PR firm. It’s a six-story building made entirely of steel and black glossy windows. There’s an air of superiority to the building itself, and I’m willing to bet it’s a contagion that’s spread to the minions who dwell inside. “Besides, we’re simply bringing them a couple of samplers to enjoy as a sign of our appreciation for allowing us to cater that night.” A couple of men in business suits exit, looking intimidating with their dark sunglasses—and with no sun in sight—their briefcases heavy with presumably important things. I look to Keelie. “Whatever you do, don’t mention Collette Jenner.”

  We stride in and are greeted with a spacious floor plan, clean and bright, all steel and Carrera marble. The staircase to our left is made of a series of hard angles, and the railing looks as if it’s made of steel string.

  A warm face glances up from the front desk, and I press out a smile as we head on over.

  “I remember you!” I say a touch too cheerfully to the dirty blonde with a bit of a mischievous look in her eyes. “Collette Jenner introduced you as her best friend.”