Buttercream Murder: A Frosted Love Cozy Mystery - Book 7 (Frosted Love Cozy Mysteries) by Carol Durand, Summer Prescott
Authors: Carol Durand, Summer Prescott
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“Well, that’s certainly understandable. Hopefully a good breakfast will help,” he replied, dishing up a heap of home fried potatoes, perfectly crisp strips of bacon and succulent slices of tomato, alongside lightly buttered 12-grain toast with homemade blackberry jam. He knew that Missy wasn’t a fan of eggs for breakfast, so he had fixed all of the other breakfast food groups, hoping to tempt her into eating. He set the plates down on the granite breakfast bar, and poured tall, cold glasses of mango juice to go along with their feast.
Missy looked down at her plate with dismay. “You do realize that this is enough food for a small country, right?”
Chas smiled, taking her comment as a compliment. “I wanted to make sure that you had enough choices to find something that seemed palatable,” he explained, digging in.
“Well, everything looks delicious, but there’s no way I’m going to be able to finish this,” she said apologetically.
“Don’t worry about it. Eat your fill and I’ll take the leftovers to work for lunch,” he said easily, washing down a bite with coffee.
Having skipped dinner the night before, Missy was hungrier than she thought and made a sizeable dent in the feast, delighting Chas to no end. “What should I do today?” she asked, hating the helpless sound in her voice as she put down her fork, pleasantly full.
“That’s completely up to you, sweetie. You’re welcome to stay here as long as you’d like, if you’d rather not go home for a while. I have plenty of food and treats for Miss Toffee, although if you keep eating like that I’ll have to do some ‘people food’ shopping,” he teased.
Missy smiled, despite her fear of having to go home again. “I just wish there was something I could do. I feel so helpless.”
Chas put down his fork and reached for her hand. “I know you do, Missy, but really, the best thing for you to do is to let us try to figure out what’s going on.”
“Do you think it’s safe to go home?” she worried.
“If you decide that you’re ready to go home, just let me know and I’ll send extra patrols on drive-bys all day long. All night too,” he assured her. “But don’t even think about going home until you’re ready. You and Toffee are welcome here. You can stay until the case is solved if it makes you feel better.”
“I don’t want to intrude,” Missy blushed, touched at his generosity.
“Look at me,” he directed gently, tipping her chin up. “Your company is never an intrusion. I never get tired of seeing that lovely face and hearing that musical laugh of yours. Your smile is what makes getting up in the morning to face another day worthwhile. When I say that you and that goofy dog of yours can stay as long as you’d like, that’s exactly what I mean, okay?” he gazed at her with a warmth that had her blushing from head to toe. She nodded, spellbound, and he kissed her, softly at first, then with increasing ardor, making her pulse race. She wound her hands around his neck, pressing closer, her lips moving with his, and jumped a mile when his doorbell rang, shattering the perfect moment.
“Just a minute,” he called out, clearly annoyed at the interruption. “I’ll go see who that is. You…hold that thought,” he grinned seductively, kissing her quickly one more time on his way to the door.
Missy nibbled a piece of bacon, impatient for Chas to return to making her feel better than she’d felt in quite a long time.
“Well, isn’t this quite a surprise,” she heard him say shortly after opening the door. She was so shocked that she nearly fell off of her barstool when he came back into the kitchen with Echo trailing in his wake.
“Echo!” Missy cried with joy, running to embrace her friend. “I thought you were…I thought something had…where were you?” she demanded, relieved tears streaking down her cheeks. “I was worried sick!”
“I’m sorry, Missy. I should have talked with you
“Well, that’s certainly understandable. Hopefully a good breakfast will help,” he replied, dishing up a heap of home fried potatoes, perfectly crisp strips of bacon and succulent slices of tomato, alongside lightly buttered 12-grain toast with homemade blackberry jam. He knew that Missy wasn’t a fan of eggs for breakfast, so he had fixed all of the other breakfast food groups, hoping to tempt her into eating. He set the plates down on the granite breakfast bar, and poured tall, cold glasses of mango juice to go along with their feast.
Missy looked down at her plate with dismay. “You do realize that this is enough food for a small country, right?”
Chas smiled, taking her comment as a compliment. “I wanted to make sure that you had enough choices to find something that seemed palatable,” he explained, digging in.
“Well, everything looks delicious, but there’s no way I’m going to be able to finish this,” she said apologetically.
“Don’t worry about it. Eat your fill and I’ll take the leftovers to work for lunch,” he said easily, washing down a bite with coffee.
Having skipped dinner the night before, Missy was hungrier than she thought and made a sizeable dent in the feast, delighting Chas to no end. “What should I do today?” she asked, hating the helpless sound in her voice as she put down her fork, pleasantly full.
“That’s completely up to you, sweetie. You’re welcome to stay here as long as you’d like, if you’d rather not go home for a while. I have plenty of food and treats for Miss Toffee, although if you keep eating like that I’ll have to do some ‘people food’ shopping,” he teased.
Missy smiled, despite her fear of having to go home again. “I just wish there was something I could do. I feel so helpless.”
Chas put down his fork and reached for her hand. “I know you do, Missy, but really, the best thing for you to do is to let us try to figure out what’s going on.”
“Do you think it’s safe to go home?” she worried.
“If you decide that you’re ready to go home, just let me know and I’ll send extra patrols on drive-bys all day long. All night too,” he assured her. “But don’t even think about going home until you’re ready. You and Toffee are welcome here. You can stay until the case is solved if it makes you feel better.”
“I don’t want to intrude,” Missy blushed, touched at his generosity.
“Look at me,” he directed gently, tipping her chin up. “Your company is never an intrusion. I never get tired of seeing that lovely face and hearing that musical laugh of yours. Your smile is what makes getting up in the morning to face another day worthwhile. When I say that you and that goofy dog of yours can stay as long as you’d like, that’s exactly what I mean, okay?” he gazed at her with a warmth that had her blushing from head to toe. She nodded, spellbound, and he kissed her, softly at first, then with increasing ardor, making her pulse race. She wound her hands around his neck, pressing closer, her lips moving with his, and jumped a mile when his doorbell rang, shattering the perfect moment.
“Just a minute,” he called out, clearly annoyed at the interruption. “I’ll go see who that is. You…hold that thought,” he grinned seductively, kissing her quickly one more time on his way to the door.
Missy nibbled a piece of bacon, impatient for Chas to return to making her feel better than she’d felt in quite a long time.
“Well, isn’t this quite a surprise,” she heard him say shortly after opening the door. She was so shocked that she nearly fell off of her barstool when he came back into the kitchen with Echo trailing in his wake.
“Echo!” Missy cried with joy, running to embrace her friend. “I thought you were…I thought something had…where were you?” she demanded, relieved tears streaking down her cheeks. “I was worried sick!”
“I’m sorry, Missy. I should have talked with you
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