A Sprinkle of Tropical Trouble: A Cozy Mystery (Caesars Creek Mystery Series Book 9) by Constance Barker Page B
Authors: Constance Barker
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he’d have Sammi and her friends to snuggle and play with. While I would miss him, I couldn’t wait to head out for this trip. However, I had no idea just what we would step into.
Chapter Two
The Atlanta airport was bustling with activity as usual. We’d all gotten there early, mainly so Paige could have a few drinks before takeoff. Stormi and Greg walked off by themselves to get a bite to eat and Brandon and I joined Paige and Bruce in the airport lounge. I figured most of the trip Brandon and I would spend with Paige and Bruce so the newlyweds could have their alone time together.
“A martini, extra dirty,” Paige told the bartender as we all took a seat at the bar.
“You aren’t kidding around,” Brandon teased. “I’ll take a beer; whatever you have on tap.”
“Make that two,” Bruce said as he put an arm around Paige’s shoulders. “We’ll get snuckered together sweetems.”
“Better get me a diet Coke,” I said. “Somebody’s got to steer this ship.”
The bartender served Paige first who took a bite of one of the olives served in her drink then a big swill.
“Slow down there girl,” Bruce exclaimed. “I don’t want to have to carry you on the plane.”
“That may be the only way you get me on that bird,” Paige said, taking another long drink and setting the empty glass down on the counter. “Hey barkeep, another extra dirty over here.”
“Paige, I’ve never seen you drink like this before,” I said half in jest and the other half slightly concerned.
“You’ve never seen me fly before either.” Paige slipped one of the two olives off its spear with her lips. She took a long sip and sat the martini glass back on the counter. Then she hiccupped.
Brandon and I couldn’t help ourselves. We snickered as Paige looked at us with dull eyes and said, “What?”
Bruce put his arm around her shoulders. “Here wife, let’s go sit in one of those nice comfy chairs over there before you keel over.”
Paige slid off the bar stool and waved her hand. “Yeah whatever.” Bruce grabbed her around the waist and maneuvered her over to a table.
“Bruce, don’t let her drink anymore; she’ll get sick,” I said as they walked to the table.
Bruce looked over his shoulder and winked. “Don’t worry. I think she’s going down for the count. Hopefully I can get her on the plane before she nestles in for hibernation.”
Bruce and Paige sat down where she promptly put her head on his shoulder. Yep, it looked like she was down for the count.
“Wow, that didn’t take long,” Brandon said as he took a sip from his frosted mug.
“Paige never drinks. Well maybe a glass of wine now and then. Plus she probably hasn’t had anything to eat either.”
At that moment, Stormi and Greg walked into the lounge with a couple of wrapped sandwiches from one of the restaurants on the concourse.
Stormi looked around at Paige and Bruce. “I take it Paige has already partaken of the liquid refreshments?”
“Two extra dirty martinis and the girl is lights out,” Brandon announced.
“We can only hope she doesn’t talk in her sleep or snore too loudly,” Stormi declared as she sat down on the bar stool next me.
“From what Bruce told me…I guess one out of two ain’t bad.” Brandon finished off his beer. “I think it’s time to head to our gate. Bruce you need a hand?”
“I’m fine,” Paige said as she stood up wobbly. “Just need to get my bearings.”
“That’s right all,” Bruce said, putting his hands on Paige’s shoulders to steady and lead her in the right direction. “We’re in the home stretch now, provided my beloved doesn’t toss her cookies on the plane.”
“Shut up and guide me,” Paige declared.
Bruce winked at us. “Yes dear.”
We fell in line behind Bruce and Paige, excited to be heading to a tropical paradise where Stormi and
Chapter Two
The Atlanta airport was bustling with activity as usual. We’d all gotten there early, mainly so Paige could have a few drinks before takeoff. Stormi and Greg walked off by themselves to get a bite to eat and Brandon and I joined Paige and Bruce in the airport lounge. I figured most of the trip Brandon and I would spend with Paige and Bruce so the newlyweds could have their alone time together.
“A martini, extra dirty,” Paige told the bartender as we all took a seat at the bar.
“You aren’t kidding around,” Brandon teased. “I’ll take a beer; whatever you have on tap.”
“Make that two,” Bruce said as he put an arm around Paige’s shoulders. “We’ll get snuckered together sweetems.”
“Better get me a diet Coke,” I said. “Somebody’s got to steer this ship.”
The bartender served Paige first who took a bite of one of the olives served in her drink then a big swill.
“Slow down there girl,” Bruce exclaimed. “I don’t want to have to carry you on the plane.”
“That may be the only way you get me on that bird,” Paige said, taking another long drink and setting the empty glass down on the counter. “Hey barkeep, another extra dirty over here.”
“Paige, I’ve never seen you drink like this before,” I said half in jest and the other half slightly concerned.
“You’ve never seen me fly before either.” Paige slipped one of the two olives off its spear with her lips. She took a long sip and sat the martini glass back on the counter. Then she hiccupped.
Brandon and I couldn’t help ourselves. We snickered as Paige looked at us with dull eyes and said, “What?”
Bruce put his arm around her shoulders. “Here wife, let’s go sit in one of those nice comfy chairs over there before you keel over.”
Paige slid off the bar stool and waved her hand. “Yeah whatever.” Bruce grabbed her around the waist and maneuvered her over to a table.
“Bruce, don’t let her drink anymore; she’ll get sick,” I said as they walked to the table.
Bruce looked over his shoulder and winked. “Don’t worry. I think she’s going down for the count. Hopefully I can get her on the plane before she nestles in for hibernation.”
Bruce and Paige sat down where she promptly put her head on his shoulder. Yep, it looked like she was down for the count.
“Wow, that didn’t take long,” Brandon said as he took a sip from his frosted mug.
“Paige never drinks. Well maybe a glass of wine now and then. Plus she probably hasn’t had anything to eat either.”
At that moment, Stormi and Greg walked into the lounge with a couple of wrapped sandwiches from one of the restaurants on the concourse.
Stormi looked around at Paige and Bruce. “I take it Paige has already partaken of the liquid refreshments?”
“Two extra dirty martinis and the girl is lights out,” Brandon announced.
“We can only hope she doesn’t talk in her sleep or snore too loudly,” Stormi declared as she sat down on the bar stool next me.
“From what Bruce told me…I guess one out of two ain’t bad.” Brandon finished off his beer. “I think it’s time to head to our gate. Bruce you need a hand?”
“I’m fine,” Paige said as she stood up wobbly. “Just need to get my bearings.”
“That’s right all,” Bruce said, putting his hands on Paige’s shoulders to steady and lead her in the right direction. “We’re in the home stretch now, provided my beloved doesn’t toss her cookies on the plane.”
“Shut up and guide me,” Paige declared.
Bruce winked at us. “Yes dear.”
We fell in line behind Bruce and Paige, excited to be heading to a tropical paradise where Stormi and
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