Devil's Food Murder: A Frosted Love Cozy Mystery - Book 10 (Frosted Love Cozy Mysteries) by Carol Durand, Summer Prescott Page A
Authors: Carol Durand, Summer Prescott
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well in Missy’s absence, thanks to the dedication of her staff, and as usual, Grayson and Cheryl had spent some extra time in the kitchen of the LaChance location concocting new recipes for her to try upon her return.
Missy sat down to enjoy a bowl of the latest creation that Echo, her friend who owned the vegan ice cream shop across the street from her Dellville shop, had put together. The two friends hadn’t been able to sit and talk for quite some time, and having a little “girl-time” was a treat for both of them.
“Wow,” Missy’s free-spirited friend shook her head in amazement. “The first time you go visit Mr. Wonderful’s family, you almost get snuffed. Crazy stuff. You should write a book,” she teased. “And that handsome hunk of a man is rich too? Girl, you hit the lottery with that one,” she teased, knowing that money was something that wasn’t terribly important to either of them.
“I tried to break up with him you know,” Missy confessed, taking a bite of her Almond Carob Coconut Dream frozen treat. “Mmmm…you’re going to make me fat,” she commented, thoroughly enjoying her treat.
“Nah, it’s organic,” Echo replied dismissively. “You tried to break up with him? Are you crazy, woman??”
“In hindsight, yes, I did let my insecurity go to my head, but you don’t know what it was like seeing the entirely alien world that he comes from,” Missy shook her head, remembering.
“Oh come on, how bad could it have been?” her friend challenged. “That man is crazy about you, and has been for quite some time,” she reminded her.
“Thankfully, he cared enough to keep coming back even when I pushed him away,” Missy murmured.
“You lucky girl,” Echo grinned at her lovestruck friend. “Now we need to find a man for me,” she teased.
“Cupcake baker, wedding planner, I guess I could add match-maker to my list too,” she giggled at the thought.
“When does Prince Charming get back from New York?”
Missy scraped the remaining dregs of flavor from the bottom of her bowl. “Tonight. I can’t wait,” she sighed with a dreamy smile.
“So, I’m guessing that dinner and a movie with your best gal pal is out of the question?” Echo replied with a mischievous grin.
“Raincheck,” Missy winked, handing her the empty bowl.
**
After chatting with Echo, Missy headed home to get ready for Chas’s homecoming. She wanted to look extra special, fully prepared to run into his arms at the airport. She took a shower, carefully applied a touch of makeup and put on a pretty sundress that she had purchased for the occasion. She had just touched up her lip gloss for the final time before heading out the door, when her phone rang. She didn’t recognize the out-of-state number, and debated for a moment about whether she should answer it or let it go to voicemail, finally opting to pick up the call.
“Hello?” her tone was hurried, and a bit impatient as she reached for her keys, heading for the door.
“Melissa, it’s Reginald Beckett. There’s been an accident.”
Chapter 18
Winding his way through the curves and turns of gorgeous New York countryside, a quaint rock wall on his right, with a treeline several yards behind it, a heavily wooded sheer drop-off to his left, Detective Chas Beckett smiled indulgently at the cartoon representation of the family on the rear windshield of the minivan in front of him, the mommy, daddy, and two kids stick figures seeming to dance. The sun was shining, the sky was blue, and he was headed to the airport to fly home to the most amazing woman ever, all was well in Chas’s world. He had helped his local police department wrap up the murder case and was glad to have the nasty business behind him.
Cresting a hill that opened up to a picturesque vista with a steep, downhill stretch of two-lane highway and approaching a turn that veered sharply to the left, Chas carefully applied the brakes to avoid following the family van too closely,
Missy sat down to enjoy a bowl of the latest creation that Echo, her friend who owned the vegan ice cream shop across the street from her Dellville shop, had put together. The two friends hadn’t been able to sit and talk for quite some time, and having a little “girl-time” was a treat for both of them.
“Wow,” Missy’s free-spirited friend shook her head in amazement. “The first time you go visit Mr. Wonderful’s family, you almost get snuffed. Crazy stuff. You should write a book,” she teased. “And that handsome hunk of a man is rich too? Girl, you hit the lottery with that one,” she teased, knowing that money was something that wasn’t terribly important to either of them.
“I tried to break up with him you know,” Missy confessed, taking a bite of her Almond Carob Coconut Dream frozen treat. “Mmmm…you’re going to make me fat,” she commented, thoroughly enjoying her treat.
“Nah, it’s organic,” Echo replied dismissively. “You tried to break up with him? Are you crazy, woman??”
“In hindsight, yes, I did let my insecurity go to my head, but you don’t know what it was like seeing the entirely alien world that he comes from,” Missy shook her head, remembering.
“Oh come on, how bad could it have been?” her friend challenged. “That man is crazy about you, and has been for quite some time,” she reminded her.
“Thankfully, he cared enough to keep coming back even when I pushed him away,” Missy murmured.
“You lucky girl,” Echo grinned at her lovestruck friend. “Now we need to find a man for me,” she teased.
“Cupcake baker, wedding planner, I guess I could add match-maker to my list too,” she giggled at the thought.
“When does Prince Charming get back from New York?”
Missy scraped the remaining dregs of flavor from the bottom of her bowl. “Tonight. I can’t wait,” she sighed with a dreamy smile.
“So, I’m guessing that dinner and a movie with your best gal pal is out of the question?” Echo replied with a mischievous grin.
“Raincheck,” Missy winked, handing her the empty bowl.
**
After chatting with Echo, Missy headed home to get ready for Chas’s homecoming. She wanted to look extra special, fully prepared to run into his arms at the airport. She took a shower, carefully applied a touch of makeup and put on a pretty sundress that she had purchased for the occasion. She had just touched up her lip gloss for the final time before heading out the door, when her phone rang. She didn’t recognize the out-of-state number, and debated for a moment about whether she should answer it or let it go to voicemail, finally opting to pick up the call.
“Hello?” her tone was hurried, and a bit impatient as she reached for her keys, heading for the door.
“Melissa, it’s Reginald Beckett. There’s been an accident.”
Chapter 18
Winding his way through the curves and turns of gorgeous New York countryside, a quaint rock wall on his right, with a treeline several yards behind it, a heavily wooded sheer drop-off to his left, Detective Chas Beckett smiled indulgently at the cartoon representation of the family on the rear windshield of the minivan in front of him, the mommy, daddy, and two kids stick figures seeming to dance. The sun was shining, the sky was blue, and he was headed to the airport to fly home to the most amazing woman ever, all was well in Chas’s world. He had helped his local police department wrap up the murder case and was glad to have the nasty business behind him.
Cresting a hill that opened up to a picturesque vista with a steep, downhill stretch of two-lane highway and approaching a turn that veered sharply to the left, Chas carefully applied the brakes to avoid following the family van too closely,
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