Raspberry Tart Terror (Murder in the Mix Book 30) by Unknown (hot novels to read .TXT) 📗

snatch the phone once again and she holds it up high before both she and Dash scuttle over to my dresser.

“About a thousand different people have already taken a screenshot. Everything I do is closely monitored. Don’t you know how the world works?” Evie whines. “We have to do some serious damage control.”

“Yeah,” Dash snips at me. “She’s got, like, five million followers.”

Everett lets a few expletives fly.

“Don’t start with me, Dad,” Evie riots. “I need hashtags. Come on, Dash. Don’t just sit there!”

“Hot judge, hot baker?” Dash gives a frenetic nod as she says the words.

“Hot judge, hot baker?” I ask as I turn to Everett, but before he can say a word the sound of water sloshing from the bathroom garners our attention and out comes a couple of dripping wet, birthday suit wearing, champagne bottle wielding—sanity stealing thieves for lack of a better phrase.

A shrill scream tears through my throat and the rest of the room joins right along with me.

Footfalls speed this way and Noah jumps into the room with his weapon drawn.

“Everybody freeze!” His eyes bug out as he does his best to take in the scene with the shivering jocks in the corner, Evie and Dash mumbling something about hashtags near the dresser, me with my pillow, Everett with his pants half off, and let’s not forget Carlotta and Mayor Nash wrinkled to oblivion and I’m not entirely sure it has all that much to do with the fact they just got out of the bath.

“Son of a biscuit.” Noah closes his eyes a moment too long.

“Don’t lose momentum,” Everett growls at him. “Shoot the little gnats cowering in the corner. I’ll vouch for you when you say you thought they were intruders.”

Noah frowns as he puts his weapon back into his holster, and both Conner and Kyle fly past us faster than a couple of apparitions.

A scratching sound comes from the direction of the bathroom, and I look to find an adorable yet dripping wet koala bear coming this way.

“What’s all the to do going on in here?” Teddy asks as she shakes out her dripping wet fur. “Lottie? Mind if I help myself to your cupboards? I always get a hankering for something to munch on after a good swim,” she says as she floats right through the wall and out of the room before I can answer.

“Sure, why not.” I toss my hands in the air and lose my pillow. And suddenly, I’m wishing I could float through a wall myself. Or the floor, or the ceiling. Now that would have really given those boys something to scream about.

Mayor Nash trots my way. “Let me get that for you.” He bends over with his rear to my face and a tiny yelp emits from me. I can never unsee that. “Don’t mind us. We were just celebrating Carlotta’s big Vermont best-seller status.”

“Thank you,” I say as he hands the pillow my way, and I’m back to using it like a rather useless shield.

Carlotta steps up and hands Mayor Nash a towel. “I knew the three of you had a few wild moves left in ya before the kiddo gets here. Nice maneuver with the weapon, Foxy. Real macho.” She takes a look at Everett. “If that whole judge thing doesn’t work out, the Ladies Lounge is always looking for fresh meat. And you, Evie Stevie”—she turns toward the girls still hovering feverishly over their phones—“nice try, but Harry and I heard every word. Teaches you a lesson for trying to scare off a couple of naked boomers. Maybe you’ll think twice before messing with your elders. And for your information, we prefer to call ourselves the Shockwave Generation.”

“Or the Pig in the Python,” Mayor Nash adds, and Carlotta swats him for the bizarre effort.

“Consider yourselves shocked by the wave of greatness before you,” Carlotta says as she threads her arm through his.

“Okay, boomer,” Evie bleats, her eyes never lifting from her screen as she and Dash walk right by us as if nothing happened at all.

Mayor Nash leans my way. “You’re looking good, kid. That belly is getting really big. I bet you’re ready to pop. When are you due? Next week?”

I frown over at him. “I’ve got another month, but thank you. I think.”

“Night, kids,” Carlotta winks our way. “Try not to let things get out of hand this time. Foxy, lose some stitches before Lot Lot loses interest.” She pokes Everett in the ribs. “You’re built like a rock. Don’t say serving a little time didn’t do you any good. Think of how ripped you’ll be after a decade or three?”

I wait until they clear the threshold before sighing. “And that, folks, is the genetic material I’m passing down to my child.”

The baby gives a sharp kick, and I drop the pillow and grip my belly.

“Lottie.” Noah has me in his arms in a flash.

“Lemon?” Everett helps me to the bed.

“I’m fine,” I say, hiking up on my elbows as I land on the mattress. “The baby just kicked.” And just like that, it happens again and this time my stomach lifts three inches at least.

“Did you see that?” Everett marvels.

“Heck yes.” Noah lands his hand over my belly, mesmerized by the feat.

And the baby doesn’t miss this moment to impress. It kicks up a storm and my flesh contorts every which way, much to the delight of each of us in the room. The baby rolls from one side of my belly to the other, and we watch with wonder as my body conforms as much as it can to the baby’s every move.

“Wow,” I muse. “There really is a living human being tucked in there.”

“A beautiful being.” Everett runs his hand over my belly and the baby meets him with a kick. “A blessing.”

“A perfect miracle,” Noah adds as he lays his hand on the other side of my bourgeoning flesh.

“Mom!” Evie shouts as she heads this way. “Verity just sent me a DM. She thinks you