One Spoonful of Trouble (Felicity Bell Book 1) by Nic Saint Read Free Book Online Page A

who can’t sing and pretend they can, I say the old days are over and a good thing too.”
    “Suit yourself,” he said curtly and slipped off his stool. Not only did he feel very strongly about the issue, he felt he’d done all he’d come here to do and would do no more. He’d apologized for confusing this woman with a crazed crook and in return had been hit in the face with eggs and threatened with a meat cleaver. If she thought he’d stand here and take it like a man who couldn’t sing Voulez-Vous , she had another thing coming.
    “You’re not going already?”
    “I have nothing more to say.”
    “But you were going to teach me about journalism.”
    “That was before I deduced a fatal flaw in your character.”
    “Fatal flaw in my character?” she huffed, now also rising. He threw a nervous glance at the block of knives which was positioned entirely too close to her hand for comfort. “I think it’s your character that is showing fatal flaws.”
    “I don’t think we’re going to be friends after all. A woman of your character—”
    She folded her hands across her chest. “And what character is that, exactly?”
    “Not the sweet-natured one I’d expected after watching you bake.”
    “So you thought I was a wimp, huh? Just because I like to bake I can’t be a strong and independent woman?”
    “That’s not what I meant. What I meant to say was that you have a…”
    “Well? Spit it out!”
    “You have a mean streak about you and I for one don’t like it. Good day.”
    He quickly made his way to the door before she had the opportunity to take her pick from the knives. There was something sinister about this woman and he was glad to discover that his first impression of her had been the right one after all. When he’d seen her wielding that gun at Rafi’s Deli he’d taken her for one of those hard-hearted girls and he’d been exactly right.
    He pulled the door closed behind him with a sigh of relief and started down the street. He knew he’d had a narrow escape. Felicity Bell, he decided right then and there, was one woman he never hoped to meet again.

CHAPTER 11

    Felicity stared at the door through which Rick Dawson had just negotiated his hasty escape and hitched up a lower jaw that had dropped at the sight of the reporter’s disappearing heels. Of all the jelly-bellied men…
    Just at that moment, Alice returned to the kitchen, the satisfied smile on her face of one who has just uploaded a new video for one hundred subscribers. She searched around the room for a moment and her smile faded. “What happened to Rick? Don’t tell me you chopped him into little pieces and fed him to Gaston?”
    As if aware they were talking about him, the red cat strode in, a plaintive meow on his pink lips. Absently, Felicity petted him and dumped some fresh kibble into his bowl. Gaston purred and hunkered down to devour the tasty morsels.
    “I don’t know what happened but he simply ran from the room as if his pants were on fire,” she said, still trying to come to terms with what had just happened.
    Alice gave her a hard stare. “You kicked him out, didn’t you?”
    “I did not! We were having a nice discussion—”
    “About what?”
    “About the modern girl.”
    Alice rolled her eyes. “Oh, God.”
    “What do you mean, ‘Oh, God?’”
    “You probably came down on the guy like a ton of bricks.”
    “As if! He just fed me some crazy story about karaoke—”
    “Karaoke?”
    “Some nonsense about how the modern girl likes to make fun of guys who can’t sing, whereas the women of yesteryear would have fawned over him and made sure his poor, pathetic excuse of an ego didn’t get hurt.”
    “Sounds like bullshit to me.”
    “That’s what I said! Well, not in those words, exactly.”
    Alice narrowed her eyes and tapped her finger. “Mh…”
    “Don’t you ‘mh’ me! You would have said the same thing!”
    “Not really. If I were on a first date with a guy—”
    “We were not on a