A Trifle Dead: Cafe La Femme, Book 1 - Plot & Excerpts
I sat there for a few minutes, enjoying the illusion of safety. A woman in a parked car in the middle of town at night wasn’t especially safe, but it felt better than my own house right now. After those few indulgent minutes, I got out and headed inside, around the front rather than through the kitchen. The lights were on, and Stewart was painting. Many of the figures were fully finished, now. I really did adore that mural—the mashing together of my favourite pop culture characters, the chaotic scene of tables and gorgeous food and beautiful people. It was everything I wanted in a wall, and it absolutely made Café La Femme. I pushed open the door. ‘That’s it. I’m opening tomorrow. Screw Darrow. Let him keep his secrets. I’m done.’ Stewart literally jumped in the air, and barely stopped himself from crashing to the floor. ‘Bloody hell, Tabitha. Are ye trying tae kill me?’ ‘I won’t have Bev’s cakes and bikkies, because I was stupid enough to cancel this week’s order, but I can whip up some caramel tarts now, maybe do a special on scones.’ I could think of nothing better than spending my whole day tomorrow bringing trays of hot scones out of the oven, and serving them to customers.
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