The Last Word (A Books by the Bay Mystery) by Ellery Adams Read Free Book Online

commitment.”
    “How sweet of her!” Laurel quickly exclaimed. “And I’m sorry I arrived so late to the moving party. The twins are going through this biting phase, and I’m afraid Dermot sank his teeth into my father-in-law’s thigh and hung on like a little bulldog.”
    Rawlings and Harris hooted with laughter.
    Millay nodded her head with approval. “A pint-sized vampire. Way to go, Dermot.”
    “The in-laws don’t think he’s so cute at the moment,” Laurel answered with a giggle. “And Steve tried to make it seem like Dermot’s bad behavior was my fault for not being by his side every second of the day. I told them Maddie Jackson is still biting people and she’s old enough to wear a training bra!”
    Harris’s house was filled with the sounds of mirth.
    Later, over six-packs of cold beer and several large ham and pineapple pies from Pizza Bay, Harris’s friends toasted his new home.
    The coworkers took off with the leftover food, but only after pausing at the doorway to haze Harris about spending Saturday night with his book club.
    Millay was on her feet in a flash. “It’s not a book club, nerds. We’re a writers’ group. We write books. Book clubs discuss someone else’s published works. You just wait.” She pointed a finger at their chests while slinging her free arm around Harris. “One day, this übergeek is going to be signing his book for packs of hormone-crazed hotties. And what’ll you clowns be doing? Playing online video games with some twelve-year-old in Albuquerque?”
    Instead of being offended, the young men were delighted by Millay’s sauciness. “Now we see the benefits of this group. You’ve got sweet Millay on Saturday and Estelle Sunday through Friday. We didn’t know you were such a player, dude!” They took turns exchanging high-fives with a dumbstruck Harris.
    Harris pushed them onto the porch just as Millay lunged forward, her eyes flashing. Amused, Rawlings mollified the lovely bartender by handing her a fresh beer. He raised his own bottle in salute.
    “If you ever consider a job in law enforcement, come talk to me. You could scare the good back into half the town’s criminals.”
    Millay grinned, her face relaxing as she took a sip of beer. Twirling a strand of her glossy black hair, which was dyed fuchsia at the tips, she walked back to her spot on the coffee table, giving Laurel a squeeze on the arm in passing. “Let’s get down to it. Mama’s got a brand-new bag.”
    Harris dug around in a nearby box until he found a file folder from which he pulled out Laurel’s chapter. “Is it okay to ask why you ditched the duchess?”
    Laurel had clearly been anticipating this question. “The more I worked on that book, the less sincere it felt. With every paragraph, I was struggling to place myself in her shoes. The scenes felt forced and then, one day, I realized I didn’t even like her.”
    “You could have gone back and edited her,” Rawlings pointed out.
    “Sure,” Laurel agreed. “But it was too late. She is who she is. I just got to this point where I didn’t care what happened to her and so how could I expect a reader to care?” She pointed at the pages in Harris’s hands. “But this woman! She leapt from my mind like, um, who was the Greek goddess who was born fully matured?”
    Millay tapped her forehead. “Athena, goddess of wisdom. She busted right out of Zeus’s head wearing a full suit of armor. Talk about some serious labor pains . . .”
    “Imagine if he’d had twins!” Laurel chuckled. “Anyway, that’s how The Wife came about. She literally forced every other character out of my mind and started whispering her story to me. I literally cannot stop writing. It’s like being high on drugs.”
    Rawlings arched a brow. “Oh? Is that something you’ve personally experienced?”
    “No!” Laurel cried in horror and then realized the chief was joking. “I know I just dropped this on all of you with no warning, but I wanted this