Chocolate Chip Cookie Conundrum (Murder in the Mix Book 32) by Unknown (romantic love story reading txt) 📗

Meg snorts. “They’ve been taking bets all week down at Red Satin. Right now it’s about an even split.”

“Poor Mayor Nash.” Mom shakes her head while lightly patting the carrier as Lyla Nell sleeps. “And to think he spent all this time believing he was your father, Lottie.”

“He still might be,” I say. And personally, I’m rooting for him. Although the benefit of what being a Canelli can bring should make me root for those nefarious bloodlines, I can’t bring myself to do it. So I’ve devised a plan—one that I need a certain Featherhead to help me achieve. But before I can get to it, a thought distracts me. “Hey, Lainey? Where’s Josie?” I can’t believe it took me this long to notice my sweet niece wasn’t present. I already know that Lainey’s husband Forest is on duty at the fire department today and couldn’t make it.

“She’s with my mother-in-law. There was no way I was going to miss one second of this day. I want to enjoy the show uninterrupted.”

“I’m glad my life can provide such rich entrainment for you.” My shoulders sag because I’m inadvertently providing rich entertainment for just about everyone in Vermont today.

“Look on the bright side.” Meg sheds one of her greedy grins that she gives right before she lets a zinger fly. “Nobody will be calling Everett Mr. Sexy in the pen today.”

“Amen to that,” I say. My husband is free and exonerated of all the charges. We’ve already had a stellar week.

Mom hitches her head toward the audience as the crowd fills in nicely, and I see Keelie and Bear waving at me from the stands.

“We’d better get to our seats,” Mom says. “Break a leg, Lottie.”

They scuttle off and I spot Cormack Featherby standing backstage reviewing the notes in her hands, and her lips are moving as she reads to herself.

Cormack looks professional in a pink tweed skirt and matching blazer. Her heels are white with bright pink soles, assuring us those are the pricey name brand shoes most women would love to own yet would loathe not eating for a month to have them. Her blonde hair sits to her shoulders, so glossy and smooth as if she just came from having a professional blowout, and I have no doubt she did. Cormack and I aren’t exactly what one would call friends, but the favor I’m about to ask her would require a sister-like devotion for her to pull off.

“Cormack,” I pant as I come upon her. “You look great. And you’re going to do great, too.”

“Thanks, Lizzy.” She closes her eyes a moment and her shoulders squeeze tight. “I just know this is going to lead to great things. It’s as if every road in my life has led me right here. And to think, I have your bad luck to thank for it.”

“Hey, if this talk show gig takes off, you might want to consider selling your half of the B&B to my mother. You’ll be the star you always wanted to be and she’ll have her home back.” I plead with her silently with my eyes, but her features only seem to harden.

“Nice try, Lorikeet, but I happen to be a savvy businesswoman who is more than capable of dabbling in real estate investments while I pursue my career.”

“Okay, you don’t have to do me any favors, but I think you should do a very big one for Everett.”

“Essex?” Her nose twitches like a bunny before she gasps. “I get it! You want me to say he’s the father no matter what it says on that card. It’s brilliant! Of course, I understand. You’re his wife. It would look bad for the two of you to be raising someone else’s baby.”

It takes all I’ve got not to roll my eyes.

“The baby will belong to Everett and me regardless—and to Noah, but that’s not the point. Please read whatever the card says. We’re fine with it, really. But what I’m not fine with is the card that reveals my own paternity. Jimmy Canelli’s men are trying to kill Everett. And you have a chance to save his life. No matter what that card says, Cormack. You have to say Jimmy Canelli’s name. And then give the card to me so I can destroy it.”

Her celadon green eyes look to each of mine. “We’ll see.” She starts to walk away and I grab her by the wrist. “Cormack, please. This isn’t for me. It’s for Everett. You have the opportunity to keep his heart beating.”

“Let’s just say that I’ll consider it heavily. I do have a career to think about, too. Now shoo. You’re already adding to what’s quickly becoming a stressful day. It’s bad enough Big Boss’ future is on the line.”

She stalks off and I stalk off as well as I make a beeline to the refreshment table.

“Lemon.” Everett pulls me in. “If you have the slightest reservation, we can pull the ripcord at any time.”

Noah nods. “We’ll get the B&B back for your mother—all of it—one way or another.”

“I’m fine. As long as you’re both ready and willing, so am I.” I pull Noah close, but as tempted as I am to tell them what I have planned for my paternity reveal, I choose to keep my trap shut. Everett wouldn’t want me to do it. Noah most likely wouldn’t either. I’ll tell them both after the fact. No use in causing any more drama than necessary right now.

“Would you stop!” Lily snips at Suze and we turn that way, only to see an entire platter of my chocolate chip cookies reduced to crumbles, and unbeknownst to everyone here but me, there’s an ornery, otherworldly fowl fouling things up.

“Cluck Norris,” I hiss lower than a whisper and the wily bird looks my way.

“My apologies, Lottie.” He floats up a notch. “But my goodness, your cookies are delicious.”

Suze scoffs at Lily. “I’m not the one sneaking cookies every time I turn around. You are!”

“Me?” Lily belts out