Christmas Tree Catastrophe (Lily Bloom Cozy Mystery Series Book 6)

Christmas Tree Catastrophe (Lily Bloom Cozy Mystery Series Book 6) by Lyndsey Cole

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tables. “Wait a minute,” Lily said as she reached into the box with a few tasty morsels left inside. “I’ll grab a couple more since they didn’t all get eaten. I didn’t want to make a pig of myself before.” Lily selected a couple stuffed mushrooms and a cream cheese pinwheel something or other. “I can’t believe every last one of these didn’t disappear. You did a fantastic job with the food, Jennifer.”
    Jennifer helped herself to a treat, too. “The whole event was pretty spectacular in my opinion; the music, your flowers and decorations, everything except the loud drunk at the end.” She made a face and staggered around the table imitating Eddie’s behavior.
    Lily laughed. “Well, when there’s booze, there’s bound to be someone who overdoes it. The best part is the liquor loosened his tongue and gave us a new direction to go in to solve Malcolm’s murder.”
    Ryan raised his eyebrows. “We? I don’t think I want you to be part of this equation, Ms. Bloom. I’ll get on it tomorrow and check into Mr. Moss’s love life.”

Chapter 14
     
    The front window of the Beautiful Blooms flower shop was back to normal, much to Lily’s happiness. The new window had been installed and the ugly broken glass was gone. Inhaling deeply when she entered her shop gave her a relaxing rush of scents, especially from all the pine and other seasonal greens displayed in containers all around the shop.
    “Hi Kari, everything under control?”
    “I think so. There are a few deliveries to make before I get back to working on your wedding flowers so you better not be around.” Kari gave Lily a stern look, trying to control her twitching lip threatening to break into a smile.
    “You won’t need to worry about me being underfoot. I’m bringing flowers to Malcolm Moss’s mother at the Rosewood Assisted Living Facility, then I’m off to get pampered.”
    Lily yanked on the door of the walk-in cooler but couldn’t budge it. Putting both hands on the handle and leaning back with all her weight, she pulled until she managed to get it open and she carried out white calla lilies, red roses, and greens for the arrangement she needed to make for Sara Moss. “Where is the box of baskets that used to be under my design table?”
    “Oh, sorry, I moved it. Here, use this one.”
    Lily’s fingers worked effortlessly, filling the basket with the greens and flowers. Turning her arrangement to check all sides, she added a bit more of the pine here and there to fill in spaces and add in a flowing element to the design. “Well, I’m heading over to deliver this now. Call me if you get too busy and need my help.”
    Kari picked up Sweet Pea, waving the kitty’s paw at Lily.
    The arrangement was cushioned on the passenger seat of the minivan as Lily drove to the Rosewood Assisted Living Facility. Lily was happy for the sunshine, except it made the reflection on the snow blinding. She fumbled through her tote, trying to find her sunglasses, nearly driving into a snow bank from the distraction. Lily caught herself humming We Wish You a Merry Christmas from the library opening. She laughed at herself when she realized the song had been stuck in her head since the morning. Only one way to fix this problem, she thought, and she sang it at the top of her lungs as she pulled into the parking lot.
    The Rosewood was nestled among a grove of stately hemlock trees. Two small fir trees, decked out in colored lights on either side of the entrance, made an inviting image as Lily approached. Inside, a petite woman sat smiling behind a desk.
    “Hello, Ruth Ann,” Lily said as she scanned the woman’s name tag. “I’m here with a flower delivery for Sara Moss.”
    Ruth Ann stood up to take the flowers. “Oh, yes, my brother said you would be coming. They are so lovely. I’m sure they will cheer her up.”
    “I would like to deliver them myself. Maybe chat with her for a few minutes too?”
    “Of course. She’s down the hall, at the

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