Baby Bundt Cake Confusion (Murder in the Mix Book 31) by Unknown (reading eggs books .txt) 📗

for himself in Vermont, I knew opportunity was all but knocking. “I want that hit Canelli’s put out on me to be a thing of the past. I don’t care how you do it, just get it done.”

I pull a wad of bills out of my pocket. Ten K just like we had agreed upon when I spoke with him the first time.

His teeth flash against his shadowed skin. “You know you’re starting a war, Judge Baxter. I like that. I’ve dealt with judges before, just none as bold as you.”

“I have a family to take care of. The last thing I need is to be dodging bullets. I need to know my girls are safe, my wife and her bakery.”

“You’ll all be safe. You’re a part of the Moretti family now, you, your girls, your wife.” He winks when he says it, and I wonder if I’ve just made the biggest mistake of my life. “Relax, Baxter. Move back into your house. Get back into your own bed. Enjoy the baby. I’ve got this.”

I may have gone into some unnecessary details when outlining my current situation to him.

I take a deep breath and nod. “I will. Keep me posted as to what transpires.”

“You’ll hear it sooner than later,” he says the words like a threat and yet, ironically, the threat felt aimed right at me.

We go our separate ways and I raid the vending machines just as I promised. I head back up and make my way toward the room at the end of the hall where my heart currently resides.

But I can’t seem to shake the fact I just made a deal with the devil.

Manny Moretti? Really? That’s how low I had to stoop?

The halls of Honey Hollow General Hospital hum at this early morning hour, just a little after four in the morning, but it might as well be high noon with the adrenaline coursing through my veins.

The good thing is, Lemon can sleep while I watch over the baby—my baby. Even though the jury is still out on that one, either way, she’s mine.

But the fact I was forced to fork over some cold, hard cash to a mobster in the parking lot just now? That’s all Noah’s doing. If he hadn’t talked Lemon into moving that body from the morgue—

A heavy sigh comes from me as thoughts of Noah and Florenza Canelli run through my mind.

Let’s hope that little sleepwalking defense Noah dreamed up actually works. If not, my days with Lemon, along with both of my daughters, are numbered.

From my chambers to a prison cell. My, how the mighty have fallen.

I make the final turn down the corridor and freeze at the sight before me.

Lemon stands outside of her room, one hand pressed against the door as if she were shutting it while trying to be discreet. She’s fully dressed in a wool coat, jeans peering out from underneath, and I inch my head back as I try to make sense of it all.

Did Noah come back with those clothes?

Is she leaving the baby?

Her hair looks darker, a little longer—and then it hits me. It’s that woman we’ve been seeing everywhere—the one stalking us at every turn.

I drop the armload of snacks and speed in her direction.

The woman jumps back with a look of horror as she turns my way.

Same face and same eyes as Lemon.

She turns to bolt, and I catch her by the wrist.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

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