by Maria Geraci
Before moving to Whispering Bay to be closer to his father, Travis was a Dallas city cop for eight years, so he has lots of experience. But this chief thing is new to him, so between all the orientation, and the meetings, and the added responsibilities, it’s been hard for the two of us to find time together. As a matter of fact, in the three weeks since we’ve been “official” Travis and I haven’t had a proper date of any kind. And it’s getting frustrating.
Like the good and patient girlfriend I’m trying hard to be, I put a couple of muffins and a tub of Sarah’s macaroni into a to-go bag. “In case you get hungry later.”
“Thanks.” He bends down to kiss me on the cheek, says goodbye to Sarah, and pats Paco on the head before slipping out the kitchen door.
“I think you got yourself a good one there, Lucy,” says Sarah.
“I agree, only don’t tell him I said that, or his head will get even bigger.”
Sarah grins and goes back to putting orders together.
Now that the coast is clear Paco and I return to manning the front counter. I’m just about to put on a fresh pot of coffee when Victor and Phoebe dash back through the front door. It’s as if they were hiding, waiting for me to come back. I hate to admit it, but I’ve been outplayed.
“I knew it!” Phoebe crows. “There was no emergency, was there?”
“Lucy,” Victor scolds, “did you just lie to us?”
“Um, no … no, I did have an emergency, but it’s taken care of now.”
Victor gives me a look that makes me shrivel up inside. Maybe I should be honest with them. Or as honest as I can be. “Look, about this séance. I don’t want to do anything to put Paco in danger.”
“We don’t want that either,” Victor says soothingly. “Paco isn’t going to be ingesting anything or asked to do anything physical. All we want is his presence.” He and Phoebe share a look. “To be honest, we’re very concerned about Abby. It’s been several months since she’s crossed over to the other side and she hadn’t contacted any of us. Paco is our last hope. She loved that little dog. If anyone can coax her into talking to us, it’s him.”
I can see that Victor is never going to let this go. And today has proven that I can’t outrun him forever. “I’ll check my calendar,” I say wearily.
“Not good enough,” says Phoebe. “We’re not leaving until you give us a definite date.”
Visions of lacing Phoebe’s muffins with castor oil dance through my head. “Tuesday night. Take it or leave it.”
“Excellent!” Victor beams. “You won’t regret this, Lucy.”
A chill shoots up my spine. I wish I wasn’t so pessimistic about this, but my Spidey sense tells me that he’s wrong. I’m very much going to regret this.
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Books by Maria Geraci
Whispering Bay Mystery Series
Beach Blanket Homicide
Whack The Mole
Murder By Muffin
Stranger Danger
Two Seances And A Funeral
Whispering Bay Romance Series
That Thing You Do
Then He Kissed Me
That Man Of Mine
The Best For Last
This Can’t Be Love
Can’t Stop The Feeling
Acknowledgments
Thank you to all my wonderful readers! I can’t wait to share Lucy’s newest adventure in her next book and in all her books to come.
I want to thank my wonderful production team: My editor Rhoda McDuffey, cover artist Kim Killion, and the awesome Chris Kridler for her copyedits and her friendship.
A huge shout out to my Facebook reader group Maria’s Tortillas, who put a smile on my face everyday. I appreciate all of you!
And last but not least, to my fabulous assistant Stephanie and to my husband Mike. I couldn’t do it without you!
About the Author
Maria Geraci writes quirky, fun, romantic women’s fiction and cozy mystery. She’s a two-time RITA® Finalist, as well as a finalist in the National Readers Choice Awards and Romantic Times’ American Title Contest.
Her romantic comedies feature strong women, dreamy heroes, lots of laughs and a little bit of heat. Her cozy mysteries are full of humor, a little romance, and of course, lots of dead bodies. She lives in central Florida and is always on the lookout for the perfect key lime pie recipe (but not the kind they served on Dexter).
Maria loves to hear from her readers! Please write her at [email protected].