The Sweet Dreams Bake Shop (A Sweet Cove Mystery Book 1) by J A Whiting
Authors: J A Whiting
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professor’s death is even harder on Lisa because she suffered a loss not long ago.”
“That could be. Maybe being in the shop is too hard because it brings up sad feelings and reminds her of the loss of her mother.”
“I feel bad for her.” Angie rested her chin in her hand and placed her elbow on the table. “I also feel bad that now I’m without an employee and I can’t run the place alone.”
“I’ll help out at the shop,” Jenna said. “I’ve helped plenty of times. I know what to do. I’m not as quick as Lisa, but I can manage.”
“But, your jewelry. You can’t take time from your business.” Angie’s face was drawn. She lifted her mug to her lips but it was empty.
“Sure I can. The bake shop is pretty much done by 3pm. I’ll work on the jewelry after I finish at the shop.”
Angie lifted her eyes. “Really? I can help you put your designs together in the evening. We can do it. We’ll run the two businesses together.” She gave an uneasy smile. “That is, if we don’t collapse from exhaustion first.”
Jenna chuckled. “I never thought I’d say this, but thank heavens it’s only two weeks before your shop closes.”
Chapter 13
Every time Angie walked down Elm Street she couldn’t help but admire the beautiful homes that lined both sides of the road. It was an historic district of Sweet Cove and many of the homes were built in the 1600s to 1700s. Some were in the Federal style and others were Georgian Colonial mansions. Mature trees grew along the sidewalks and in the summer the branches and leaves created a canopy over the road.
A small brass plaque on a brick and brownstone house said, “Jack Ford, Attorney at Law.” Angie climbed the stairs, opened the heavy, glossy black door, and entered a small waiting room decorated with period furniture. There was a large wooden reception desk to the left, but no one was there to welcome any clients who might come in. It was after five in the afternoon and Angie wondered if the receptionist might have left for the day.
Angie had made an appointment to have a will drawn up and even though Tom told her not to use Jack Ford, he was the only lawyer in Sweet Cove. She didn’t want to have to go to another town for something that seemed so simple to put together.
Angie sat down on a small, camelback sofa assuming that Mr. Ford would come out from his office when he was free. While leafing through a magazine, she heard Jack Ford’s voice but couldn’t make out what he was saying. She thought he might be calling to her to come into his office, so she walked over to the open door and popped her head in. He wasn’t behind his desk. Angie started to back out when she heard Attorney Ford speaking from a room to the rear of his office. It seemed he was on the phone.
“I told you, I couldn’t find it.” His voice was firm. “She came in while I was up there.”
Angie froze.
“I didn’t have enough time. I had to turn the lights off fast. I couldn’t very well stay there searching in the dark with her in the house.”
A cold chill rushed through her veins. What’s he talking about? Was he the one that broke into the Victorian?
“I told you. I’ll take care of it.”
Angie ran to the sofa and sat. She lifted the magazine in front of her face with trembling fingers. She wanted to run from the building, but she didn’t want to indicate to Ford that she’d heard his conversation.
Footsteps could be heard crossing his office space and he appeared in the doorway. Ford startled when he saw Angie sitting there in the waiting room. Angie lowered her magazine.
“Miss Roseland?” Ford had a questioning look on his face.
“Hello.” Angie tried to keep her voice even and steady.
“I thought your appointment was tomorrow.” He moved to the receptionist’s desk to look at the appointment ledger.
Angie said, “Oh, is it? I thought it was today. I’m sorry.” Here was an excuse for Angie to flee and she made a move to get
“That could be. Maybe being in the shop is too hard because it brings up sad feelings and reminds her of the loss of her mother.”
“I feel bad for her.” Angie rested her chin in her hand and placed her elbow on the table. “I also feel bad that now I’m without an employee and I can’t run the place alone.”
“I’ll help out at the shop,” Jenna said. “I’ve helped plenty of times. I know what to do. I’m not as quick as Lisa, but I can manage.”
“But, your jewelry. You can’t take time from your business.” Angie’s face was drawn. She lifted her mug to her lips but it was empty.
“Sure I can. The bake shop is pretty much done by 3pm. I’ll work on the jewelry after I finish at the shop.”
Angie lifted her eyes. “Really? I can help you put your designs together in the evening. We can do it. We’ll run the two businesses together.” She gave an uneasy smile. “That is, if we don’t collapse from exhaustion first.”
Jenna chuckled. “I never thought I’d say this, but thank heavens it’s only two weeks before your shop closes.”
Chapter 13
Every time Angie walked down Elm Street she couldn’t help but admire the beautiful homes that lined both sides of the road. It was an historic district of Sweet Cove and many of the homes were built in the 1600s to 1700s. Some were in the Federal style and others were Georgian Colonial mansions. Mature trees grew along the sidewalks and in the summer the branches and leaves created a canopy over the road.
A small brass plaque on a brick and brownstone house said, “Jack Ford, Attorney at Law.” Angie climbed the stairs, opened the heavy, glossy black door, and entered a small waiting room decorated with period furniture. There was a large wooden reception desk to the left, but no one was there to welcome any clients who might come in. It was after five in the afternoon and Angie wondered if the receptionist might have left for the day.
Angie had made an appointment to have a will drawn up and even though Tom told her not to use Jack Ford, he was the only lawyer in Sweet Cove. She didn’t want to have to go to another town for something that seemed so simple to put together.
Angie sat down on a small, camelback sofa assuming that Mr. Ford would come out from his office when he was free. While leafing through a magazine, she heard Jack Ford’s voice but couldn’t make out what he was saying. She thought he might be calling to her to come into his office, so she walked over to the open door and popped her head in. He wasn’t behind his desk. Angie started to back out when she heard Attorney Ford speaking from a room to the rear of his office. It seemed he was on the phone.
“I told you, I couldn’t find it.” His voice was firm. “She came in while I was up there.”
Angie froze.
“I didn’t have enough time. I had to turn the lights off fast. I couldn’t very well stay there searching in the dark with her in the house.”
A cold chill rushed through her veins. What’s he talking about? Was he the one that broke into the Victorian?
“I told you. I’ll take care of it.”
Angie ran to the sofa and sat. She lifted the magazine in front of her face with trembling fingers. She wanted to run from the building, but she didn’t want to indicate to Ford that she’d heard his conversation.
Footsteps could be heard crossing his office space and he appeared in the doorway. Ford startled when he saw Angie sitting there in the waiting room. Angie lowered her magazine.
“Miss Roseland?” Ford had a questioning look on his face.
“Hello.” Angie tried to keep her voice even and steady.
“I thought your appointment was tomorrow.” He moved to the receptionist’s desk to look at the appointment ledger.
Angie said, “Oh, is it? I thought it was today. I’m sorry.” Here was an excuse for Angie to flee and she made a move to get
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