A Sprinkle of Tropical Trouble: A Cozy Mystery (Caesars Creek Mystery Series Book 9) by Constance Barker Page A
Authors: Constance Barker
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surrounding the courthouse. Ginger wanted red and yellow, which several others and I agreed with, but Norma and a few of her cohorts had to make it an issue. They wanted orange and purple. We thought that would look hideous so it turned into barnburner. It got so bad Ginger and Norma were pointing fingers in each other’s faces, a few ‘how dare you’ were tossed about, and if my hearing was correct, a few expletives thrown in for good measure.”
“Wow, if I’d known there was that much excitement at the garden committee I would have joined a long time ago,” Paige declared.
“Oh that’s nothing,” Trixie claimed. “You should join the art guild. Now that’s where the fur really flies.”
We all chuckled and I pulled a couple of chairs over to Paige and Stormi’s table so we could see how the planning was coming along.
“Have you narrowed down where you want to go?” Trixie asked. I’ve been to Tahiti, Bora Bora and Fiji. They’re all beautiful in their own way, but a heck of a long plane ride.”
“Then they’re out,” Paige proclaimed. “The only way you’re getting me to go is to promise me a short plane ride. So somewhere in the Caribbean thank you very much.”
“Oh the Caribbean is stunning as well,” Trixie said as she slid the laptop over so she could see the screen. “Go to an adult all inclusive club though. You don’t want to have to deal with rug rats screaming and running into you. My second husband and I went once to a resort that catered to families.” Trixie waved her hand. “Never again. Kids are cute but not when they’re screaming banshees and their parents are off getting hosed at the tropical bar. It wasn’t the kids I blamed, but the parents. So save yourself some grief and go to an all-adult resort. That’s my two cents worth.”
Stormi sat back in her chair. “Sounds like good advice. Last thing I want on my honeymoon are loud munchkins interrupting me and my man’s….ummm special time.”
Paige made a face. “If I hear anymore about you and shmookins I’m backing out. There’s only so much sappiness I can take.”
“You love it and you know it,” I laughed. We had to give Paige a hard time. She was the least sentimental of the three of us, or at least she pretended to be. I think it may have been her reserved upbringing…no touching, hugs and especially kissing. However, Bruce wasn’t brought up in that manner and although it had taken him almost 20 years, he had slowly gotten her to give him a few hugs out in public.”
“Oh Paige, you were young and in love once,” Stormi said as Paige gave her the side eye.
“Listen, you and Greg can make goo-goo eyes all you want…just please don’t do it in front of me.”
“Why, you afraid it will give Bruce ideas?”
“The man doesn’t need any help…in fact…”
“Stop right there,” Sammi said as she walked around the counter. “You’ll scar me for life if I hear anymore.”
“Yes I agree,” Trixie stated, shifting in her chair. “Enough of this lovebird stuff…let’s get down to brass tacks. What do you want to do…lounge by the pool all day with a fruity drink or take excursions around the island?”
“I want to do both,” Stormi answered. It was her honeymoon and Paige and I agreed it should be wherever Stormi and Greg wanted to go, as long as it was in the Caribbean for Paige. Finally they settled on Cancun, which wasn’t the Bahamas, and a slightly longer plane ride, but Paige agreed that the resort looked gorgeous.
Sammi and her friends would manage The Frozen Scoop while I was gone. I told her to only open it in the evenings for that week so people would have to wait until after 4pm to get their ice cream fix. Sammi was also taking care of Winchester, my little furry buddy. I would take all his toys, bed and food over to Paige and Bruce’s house. I didn’t want to leave him alone at mine, and this way
“Wow, if I’d known there was that much excitement at the garden committee I would have joined a long time ago,” Paige declared.
“Oh that’s nothing,” Trixie claimed. “You should join the art guild. Now that’s where the fur really flies.”
We all chuckled and I pulled a couple of chairs over to Paige and Stormi’s table so we could see how the planning was coming along.
“Have you narrowed down where you want to go?” Trixie asked. I’ve been to Tahiti, Bora Bora and Fiji. They’re all beautiful in their own way, but a heck of a long plane ride.”
“Then they’re out,” Paige proclaimed. “The only way you’re getting me to go is to promise me a short plane ride. So somewhere in the Caribbean thank you very much.”
“Oh the Caribbean is stunning as well,” Trixie said as she slid the laptop over so she could see the screen. “Go to an adult all inclusive club though. You don’t want to have to deal with rug rats screaming and running into you. My second husband and I went once to a resort that catered to families.” Trixie waved her hand. “Never again. Kids are cute but not when they’re screaming banshees and their parents are off getting hosed at the tropical bar. It wasn’t the kids I blamed, but the parents. So save yourself some grief and go to an all-adult resort. That’s my two cents worth.”
Stormi sat back in her chair. “Sounds like good advice. Last thing I want on my honeymoon are loud munchkins interrupting me and my man’s….ummm special time.”
Paige made a face. “If I hear anymore about you and shmookins I’m backing out. There’s only so much sappiness I can take.”
“You love it and you know it,” I laughed. We had to give Paige a hard time. She was the least sentimental of the three of us, or at least she pretended to be. I think it may have been her reserved upbringing…no touching, hugs and especially kissing. However, Bruce wasn’t brought up in that manner and although it had taken him almost 20 years, he had slowly gotten her to give him a few hugs out in public.”
“Oh Paige, you were young and in love once,” Stormi said as Paige gave her the side eye.
“Listen, you and Greg can make goo-goo eyes all you want…just please don’t do it in front of me.”
“Why, you afraid it will give Bruce ideas?”
“The man doesn’t need any help…in fact…”
“Stop right there,” Sammi said as she walked around the counter. “You’ll scar me for life if I hear anymore.”
“Yes I agree,” Trixie stated, shifting in her chair. “Enough of this lovebird stuff…let’s get down to brass tacks. What do you want to do…lounge by the pool all day with a fruity drink or take excursions around the island?”
“I want to do both,” Stormi answered. It was her honeymoon and Paige and I agreed it should be wherever Stormi and Greg wanted to go, as long as it was in the Caribbean for Paige. Finally they settled on Cancun, which wasn’t the Bahamas, and a slightly longer plane ride, but Paige agreed that the resort looked gorgeous.
Sammi and her friends would manage The Frozen Scoop while I was gone. I told her to only open it in the evenings for that week so people would have to wait until after 4pm to get their ice cream fix. Sammi was also taking care of Winchester, my little furry buddy. I would take all his toys, bed and food over to Paige and Bruce’s house. I didn’t want to leave him alone at mine, and this way
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