Coastal Cottage Calamity (A Logan Dickerson Cozy Mystery Book 2) by Abby L. Vandiver Read Free Book Online Page A

wasn’t supposed to have one.”
    “Well he had one.”
    Bay was quiet for
a moment. “He’d just come from home,” he said. “Maybe it was his personal
property.”
    “Whatever it was,
he was definitely going to make sure everything was done right,” I said.
    Bay stroked my
hair with his hand. “I spoke to Lloyd before I came over to the house, though.
I told him he knows he can count on me to keep him in the loop. Everyone in
this town knows each other, you know?” He let took in a sharp breath. “Oliver’s
death is a loss to all of us. I’m gonna make sure everything’s done right.”
    “Your grandmother
thinks he was murdered.”
    “My grandmother
does know everything.”
    It didn’t seem he
was being even the least bit sarcastic.
    “You are such a
grandmama’s boy,” I said.
    Bay smiled. “You
should be glad I am, she’s the one who told me I should make you my woman.” He
pulled me back in and planted another kiss on my lips.
    “Oh so if she
hadn’t of told you?” I cocked my head and looked into his eyes.
    “You’d be standing
in this closet all by yourself.”
    “I really don’t
know why I’m even in this closet.”
    “Anyway,” he said
rubbing my cheek with the back of his fingers. “We’ll know soon enough if
Oliver was murdered. The Bureau’s medical examiner works fairly quickly. He’s
thorough, though. Doesn’t miss much.”
    “Miss Vivee thinks
she already knows the cause of death.”
    “And what is
that,” he asked, his voice was low and he was staring at me. I don’t really
think he was listening to me.
    “She says he was
poisoned.”
    “Really.” Bay let his
eyes drift off from mine. He looked just like Miss Vivee when he did it. I
could see her in him. That made me smile.
    “Bay,” I got his
attention. “She wants me to go and get her a notebook.”
    “So go and get her
a notebook.” His attention back on me. “They sell ‘em over at Hadley’s. You
know, in the town square?” He kissed my forehead, then my cheek.
    “You don’t
understand,” I said and backed up from him. “It’s for her investigation of the
murder.”
    “Oh no.” Bay
chuckled and pulled me back to him. “My two best girls thinking they’re in an
Agatha Christie novel. So what? You two outsmarted the Sheriff in Gemma Burke’s
case, now you think you can get in front of my investigation.”
    “Not me!” I said.
“That’s your grandmother.”
    “Yeah, right,” he
said pulling me back to him, he reached up and gave a tug on the light chain,
enveloping us again into total darkness. Giving me kisses on my neck he said,
“A little old lady making you do things,” he kissed the other side of my neck.
“Probably threatening you . . .” He nibbled my ear. “And you just have to
obey.”
    He pressed his
lips again mine and I parted mine ever so slightly to meet his . . .
    “That Ron Anderson
is here to see you,” Miss Vivee said. She had swung the door open, letting in
all the light from the foyer, and all the eyes from the dining room. She stood
staring at us, with Cat wagging her tail at her feet. “He said he wants to talk
to you.”
    Oh my gosh. How
embarrassing.
    I licked my lips
and smoothed down my hair.
    “You better come
out here and talk to him,” she said. “Because if you don’t, I’ma get my snake
gun and shoot him.”
    Snake gun?
    “Where is he,
Grandmother?” Bay said. He gave me a peck on the lips and stepped out of the
closet.
    “I didn’t let him
in. He’s waiting on the porch.”
    “Grandmother,” Bay
said and shook his head. “Where’s your Southern hospitality?”
    I’ll show that man
a hospital room. That’s all I know about being hospitable to that goat,”
she said. “C’mon, Cat.”
    Miss Vivee sat and
Cat jumped on her lap. I sat down next to her as Bay opened the door.
    Time for round
two, I guess.
    “C’mon in, Mr.
Anderson,” Bay said, apparently trying to make up the for Miss Vivee’s lack of
manners.
    “I’m just