Read Bake, Battle & Roll Online
Authors: Leighann Dobbs
Tags: #Mystery: Cozy - Bakery - Amateur Sleuths
“I’ll say.” Snake shook his head. “I never would have thought of a lipstick bomb.”
“Well, I hope all this didn’t ruin your chances in the chili contest,” Lexy said to Rat.
“I have some of the other guys handing out the chili.” Rat looked at his watch. “But I better get back there and make sure everything is in place for the judging!”
Lexy watched him and Snake rush off toward their bikes as Wells and the other officer took Marchesi from Payne.
“We would have figured it all out without you Miss Baker,” Payne said. “But I do appreciate you helping to speed things up. That being said, I hope you will be going back to your bakery in Brook Ridge Falls soon … where you will be out of my hair. If you want to meddle in the police business of your boyfriend, well that’s his problem.”
At the mention of Jack, Lexy’s heart lurched.
How long had she been gone?
“Right. Nice meeting you too.” She stuck her hand out at Payne who shook it and then she ran off to gather Nans and the ladies.
“We better get back to the blanket before Jack starts asking questions.” She tugged on Nans arm.
Nans raised an eyebrow. “Oh, you don’t want to tell him about our exciting excursion?”
“Well, it’s not that I want to lie or keep things from him, but sometimes it’s better if he doesn’t know every little detail.”
“I agree,” Ida said. “We girls have to keep a little mystery in the relationship.”
“Well, let's get a move on then.” Nans hooked arms with Lexy and Ruth. Ida and Helen joined in on either end. “I want to get back there in time to see who wins the
Chili Battle
.”
Chapter Twenty Two
“Where have you been? Your chili is cold.” Jack wrinkled his brow at Lexy as she plopped down on the blanket beside him.
“Oh, we were just walking around. Lost track of time,” She said, feigning intense interest in the chili so he wouldn’t ask for any details.
“What’s with your hair? It’s all wild.” Jack reached up and picked something out of her hair, then held it in front of his face. “A beetle.”
Lexy’s hands flew up to her hair, fluffing and brushing away any other bugs that might have gotten trapped in there. “It’s the humidity.”
Jack leaned over sniffing her hair. “You smell like gunpowder.”
Lexy’s stomach tightened.
“That smell must be from one of the grills in the tent,” she squeaked.
Her heart crunched as Jack frowned at her.
“Shhh.” Nans saved her from further scrutiny. “They’re judging the chili now.”
Lexy put her bowl down and Sprinkles jumped on it like she hadn’t eaten in days. Lexy didn’t mind—turns out cold chili isn’t that tasty.
She shielded her eyes from the setting sun and squinted toward the stage. The judges were sitting behind a table and the three finalists stood before them. Her heart surged for Rat who was one of the finalists.
She strained to listen as the judges made comments on each of their dishes. Rat got extra brownie points for his cornbread.
“Yay!” Nans clapped her hand together.
The judges droned on.
“Just get on with it,” Ruth muttered after several more minutes of chili talk.
“Come on Rat!” Ida yelled.
“Rat?” Jack wrinkled his forehead at Lexy who grimaced.
“Long story,” she said patting his leg and her stomach flip-flopped as he took her hand in his.
Finally, the judges got down to tallying up the votes. One of the judges stood up, retrieving a giant check that had been leaning against the tent wall behind them.
“And the winner of the fifth annual
Chili Battle
is …”
Lexy held her breath while the judge paused for effect.
“In honor of the late Chef Dugasse, his son, Rick Monroe!”
The field erupted in applause. Lexy, Nans, Ruth, Ida and Helen clapped and high-fived each other.
“Way to go!” Nans yelled.
Helen let out a loud wolf whistle.
Ida sucked down a margarita and Lexy craned her neck to see behind the older woman wondering if she had a stash of them.
Amidst the din of the applause and whistles, Lexy thought she heard the distinctive sound of bottle rockets. The applause started to die down and she realized it
was
bottle rockets along with a series of loud bangs.
Jack swiveled his head around, looking at the sky. “Why are they starting the fireworks
now
? It’s still light out.”
Lexy’s heart skipped and she exchanged a look with Nans remembering how the fireworks storage shed had been on fire when they’d roared off on the motorcycles.
Lexy flinched when she heard another round of loud bangs and saw flashes of light in the sky.
Jack’s forehead wrinkled as he looked up. “I hope that wasn’t the finale … you can hardly see anything.”
“Oh, I bet that was just a little preview.” Ida giggled, sloshing part of her margarita on Lexy.
“Hey, isn’t that your detective friend?” Jack pointed down toward the parking lot and Lexy swiveled her head in that direction, glad to have something distracting Jack from the fireworks.
In the parking lot, Payne and Wells were stuffing Marchesi, Brad Meltzer and their accomplice into separate police cars.
“Yes,” Lexy said. “He’s arresting the killer.”
“So, it
was
that other chef?” Jack asked.
“Yep, guess so.” Lexy smiled at Jack.
Jack brushed his lips against her forehead and she felt her stomach flip at the tender gesture.
“I’m so proud of you,” he said.
Lexy narrowed her eyes. “Why?”
“Well, you’re up here and the arrest is happening down there.”
Lexy glanced down at the parking lot. “So?”
“So, that shows you’re finally learning to leave the dangerous stuff to the police.” Jack took both her hands in his. “Isn’t it much easier … and less dangerous this way?”
Lexy glanced over Jack’s shoulder at Nans who made a ‘zipping up the lips and throwing away the key’ motion, then turned back to Jack.
She smiled up at him, her heart melting at the love in his eyes, her stomach suffering a twinge of guilt for not telling him
exactly
the whole truth.
“Yes,” she said. “Yes it is.”
The end.
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A Note from The Author
Thanks so much for reading my cozy mystery “
Bake, Battle and Roll
”. I hope you liked reading it as much as I loved writing it. If you did, and feel inclined to leave a review over at Amazon, I really would appreciate it.
This is book six of the Lexy Baker series, you can find the rest of the books on my website, or over at Amazon if you want to read more of Lexy’s and Nans’s adventures.
Also, if you like cozy mysteries, you might like my book “
Dead Wrong
” which is book one in the Blackmoore Sisters series. Set in the seaside town of Noquitt Maine, the Blackmoore sisters will take you on a journey of secrets, romance and maybe even a little magic. I have an excerpt from it at the end of this book.
This book has been through many edits with several people and even some software programs, but since nothing is infallible (even the software programs) you might catch a spelling error or mistake and, if you do, I sure would appreciate it if you let me know - you can contact me at
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Leighann Dobbs discovered her passion for writing after a twenty year career as a software engineer. She lives in New Hampshire with her husband Bruce, their trusty Chihuahua mix Mojo and beautiful rescue cat, Kitty. When she’s not reading, gardening or selling antiques, she likes to write romance and cozy mystery novels and novelettes which are perfect for the busy person on the go.
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More Books By Leighann Dobbs:
Lexy Baker
Cozy Mystery Series
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Blackmoore Sisters
Cozy Mystery Series
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Contemporary
Romance
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Regency Romance Fairytales Series
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Snow White and the Seven Rogues
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Excerpt From Dead Wrong:
Morgan Blackmoore tapped her finger lightly on the counter, her mind barely registering the low buzz of voices behind her in the crowded coffee shop as she mentally prioritized the tasks that awaited her back at her own store.
“Here you go, one yerba mate tea and a vanilla latte.” Felicity rang up the purchase, as Morgan dug in the front pocket of her faded denim jeans for some cash which she traded for the two paper cups.
Inhaling the spicy aroma of the tea, she turned to leave, her long, silky black hair swinging behind her. Elbowing her way through the crowd, she headed toward the door. At this time of morning, the coffee shop was filled with locals and Morgan knew almost all of them well enough to exchange a quick greeting or nod.
Suddenly a short, stout figure appeared, blocking her path. Morgan let out a sharp breath, recognizing the figure as Prudence Littlefield.
Prudence had a long running feud with the Blackmoore’s which dated back to some sort of run-in she’d had with Morgan’s grandmother when they were young girls. As a result, Prudence loved to harass and berate the Blackmoore girls in public. Morgan’s eyes darted around the room, looking for an escape route.
“Just who do you think you are?” Prudence demanded, her hands fisted on her hips, legs spaced shoulder width apart. Morgan noticed she was wearing her usual knee high rubber boots and an orange sunflower scarf.
Morgan’s brow furrowed over her ice blue eyes as she stared at the older woman’s prune like face.
“Excuse me?”
“Don’t you play dumb with me Morgan Blackmoore. What kind of concoction did you give my Ed? He’s been acting plumb crazy.”
Morgan thought back over the previous week’s customers. Ed Littlefield
had
come into her herbal remedies shop, but she’d be damned if she’d announce to the whole town what he was after.
She narrowed her eyes at Prudence. “That’s between me and Ed.”
Prudence’s cheeks turned crimson. Her nostrils flared. “You know what
I
think,” she said narrowing her eyes and leaning in toward Morgan, “I think you’re a witch, just like your great-great-great-grandmother!”
Morgan felt an angry heat course through her veins. There was nothing she hated more than being called a witch. She was a Doctor of Pharmacology with a Master Herbalist’s license, not some sort of spell-casting conjurer.
The coffee shop had grown silent. Morgan could feel the crowd staring at her. She leaned forward, looking wrinkled old Prudence Littlefield straight in the eye.
“Well now, I think we know that’s not true,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, “Because if I was a witch, I’d have turned you into a newt long ago.”
Then she pushed her way past the old crone and fled out the coffee shop door.
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Fiona Blackmoore stared at the amethyst crystal in front of her wondering how to work it into a pendant. On most days, she could easily figure out exactly how to cut and position the stone, but right now her brain was in a pre-caffeine fog.
Where was Morgan with her latte?
She sighed, looking at her watch. It was ten past eight, Morgan should be here by now, she thought impatiently.
Fiona looked around the small shop,
Sticks and Stones
, she shared with her sister. An old cottage that had been in the family for generations, it sat at one of the highest points in their town of Noquitt, Maine.