Mayhem and Matrimony: Cape Hope Mysteries, #7
By Winnie Reed
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It's the special day Emma and Joe have been waiting for. It's a day that Darcy's been stressing out over for months. She's no wedding planner but that hasn't stopped her from doing all she can to make this day perfect.
Despite their mother's frustration that the new caterer has decided to open shop a few blocks away from their mother's café.
Despite the fact that their parents are divorced and their father has moved on and now has a baby with a much younger women.
Despite the fact that someone tried to strangle Darcy at the reception and even more importantly that the new caterer—who's not exactly ugly—had saved her from the assault.
Why can't there be a simple wedding without chaos and mayhem in Cape Hope?
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Mayhem and Matrimony - Winnie Reed
Chapter One
The thing about being the older sister of our small town’s resident amateur sleuth was the way people assumed sleuthing ran in the family. They assumed I, Darcy Harmon, was just as willing to put my neck on the line to solve mysteries and help people out of tight spots as my sister, Emma.
Don’t get me wrong. I would’ve loved to clear the names of the innocent and bring closure to those who were wronged.
But I had a bookstore to run.
And a mother whose heart could barely handle one risk-taking daughter, let alone two.
That was me. The level-headed sister. The sister who could be counted upon to hold down the fort. The one who’d pretty much taken responsibility for Emma as soon as I was old enough to pull a chair over to the kitchen cabinets so I could fix us cereal before school in the morning.
It’s not like Mom neglected us. She did her best, but she also owned a café which took up most of her time and she needed all the help she could get. She still did well into our adulthood, but I knew better than to tell her so.
On the day of Emma’s wedding, Mom was in even more of a tizzy than usual. I guessed she could be forgiven for that on such an important day.
Still, anybody who knew my mother knew she’d find a way to work herself into a legendary fit of nerves.
Are you sure we asked for enough hors d’oeuvres? The stuffed mushrooms are going like crazy.
She wrung her hands together and chewed her lip, blue eyes so much like mine and Emma’s darting back and forth over the reception hall.
It was Emma’s dream to have her reception outdoors, someplace near the beach where we could dance as the sun set. Joe, her detective fiancé and ever the voice of reason, had pointed out the risk of holding the entire event outside. What if it rained? What if we had a sudden cold snap or a heat wave that would leave everybody melting like ice cream during the ceremony?
The compromise—a hall with a large outdoor area where guests could wander back and forth. There was a tent out there strung with white twinkle lights and a dance floor where, thankfully, the weather was comfortable enough for everyone to have a good time.
I patted Mom’s shoulder, but it was a distracted sort of gesture. As Emma’s maid of honor and unofficial planner, there was a never-ending list of questions and concerns running through my head like ticker tape. We’re fine. They’ll have at least one more pan in the kitchen along with the five other types of hors d’oeuvres I ordered. Not to mention the two carving stations, the pasta station, the four salads, the meats and cheeses…
I wanted to make sure we had enough of everything.
Her brows drew together in a single, blonde slash. You think we over-ordered?
Mom.
I took her by the shoulders, careful not to crease her blue taffeta dress. Knock it off. Everything’s great. People are having a blast and they haven’t even started serving dinner yet. By the time the drinks are flowing and the dancing starts, nobody will care how many dishes were served. Okay?
She nodded. I only wish I baked the desserts.
This again. You didn’t have the time. You had an entire cake to bake and decorate which, by the way, people have been taking photos of non-stop.
I couldn’t blame them. While Mom wasn’t a cake baker by trade, she’d been baking and decorating goodies for decades. There was nobody Emma would’ve rather hired for the cake than our mother.
It wasn’t the first wedding cake she’d baked and decorated, either. Nor was it the second. At my count, which as far as I could tell was accurate, the cake now sitting on its own little round table represented the fourteenth and final attempt baked over several weeks.
The result? A four-tier white sponge masterpiece. Two tiers had lemon curd filling, two were raspberry cream. The white frosting was so smooth and perfect it looked like fondant, and at least a hundred fresh flowers cascaded in a colorful river from top to bottom.
It was almost too pretty to cut into.
"Still. To think anybody would enjoy his cookies and tarts makes me boil." Her busy, fluttery hands worked a strand of hair behind my ear and straightened the silver locket hanging around my neck. My bridesmaid gift from Emma which we’d picked out together at an antique shop in Cape Hope. I loved it and vowed to never take it off.
I mean, I did when it came time to shower and stuff, but that was pretty much implied.
The mention of the baker who’d provided desserts beyond the wedding cake had me scanning the room for him. Ethan Crosby. The man whose very name made the three Harmon women wrinkle their noses. Or worse.
Just like the other vendors, he’d arrived early and set up, but wanted to hover in case anything went wrong. I had noticed him rearranging the mini tarts so many times, enough that the banquet manager had gently reminded him it was her job to worry about such things.
He was too high-strung to hand over control. Too Type-A.
Granted, my opinions of him up to that point were based solely on what I’d seen that day and the phone conversation we’d had when I ordered the pastries. We had never spoken face-to-face before the wedding and that wasn’t an accident.
He was basically the worst person in the entire world, at least as far as we were concerned. Who in their right mind would open a café almost identical to Mom’s, not four blocks away? Sweet Nothings had been the town’s gathering place since I was a little girl, the heart of the community even in the off-season, when tourists forgot our shore town existed.
Then in comes this total stranger, thinking he can score some of Mom’s customers for himself. From what I’d seen walking past the store it was kitschy, overly cute, very self-aware. In other words, he was pandering to his public.
Now that June had rolled around and tourists were starting to flock to Cape Hope, he was getting attention and plenty of it. The jerk. Didn’t even have the decency to come by and introduce himself after openly trying to poach customers Mom had spent decades feeding, caffeinating, getting to know.
In conclusion, he was the worst.
But he was also the only baker who’d been free to cater the wedding. It was either hire him or work Mom into a nervous breakdown. She was already close enough to that.
There he was, touching up the dessert table yet again and shooting a dirty look at the back of a little girl’s head after she’d snatched a mini brownie while the grown-ups were busy with cocktail hour. Okay, so that was pretty funny.
He looked up, straight at me, and I realized it must’ve looked like I was smiling at him. The last thing I wanted to do. I scrubbed the smile away while his dark eyes flicked over my face, then narrowed. He probably realized who I was.
Well, good for him. Uptight, customer-poaching so-and-so. I had other things to worry about.
Such as my sister. I hadn’t seen her since the formal photos were taken outside, along the beach. While I looked around I snagged a bottle of water in case she needed some and a small plate of hors d’oeuvres since I doubted she’d taken time to eat anything since I’d forced breakfast on her that morning.
It was part of my job as maid of honor. Making sure the bride didn’t collapse at a key moment because she had forgotten to hydrate. And while I loved my sister dearly, she didn’t always make the smartest choices.
As it turned out, I had nothing to worry about. She and Joe were chatting with Dad and Holly on the other side of the building, with Joe holding a bottle of water which he occasionally handed to his new wife. She would take a sip and hand it back without hardly breaking stride in whatever conversation she and our father were conducting, while an entire tray of assorted finger foods sat on a table beside them. Somebody had gone above and beyond to provide for the bride.
Joe glanced my way, noticed the food and water I carried. A look of understanding passed between us, and I found myself breathing a soft sigh of relief. Emma had her person now. Joe would be the one to make sure she was hydrated and taking care of herself.
Poor guy. Like being a detective wasn’t work enough.
I didn’t think it was an accident, Dad standing so far away from Mom. The two parties had reached an agreement not long after Emma and Joe were engaged. Neither one would ever for any reason short of death miss Emma’s wedding or reception, so they’d keep their distance and play nice.
Granted, it was easier now for both of them to be civil. Dad was the one who’d found a much-younger girlfriend not long after the divorce, and he and I hadn’t spoken because of it for a long time. Looking back I was ashamed of myself for that, but at the time I’d been hurt beyond anything I had ever felt before. I mean, Holly was barely ten years older than me and pretty much the opposite of Mom. It had come off like an insult.
Now we were friendly, even warm. And with Mom happily involved with a boyfriend of her own, it didn’t feel so much like a betrayal to chat and laugh with the other woman.
Holly noticed me coming over and pulled me aside when I reached her. Did you say there’s a special room for me to take care of this situation?
She glanced down at what could only be referred to as a heaving bosom. I’d been reading about heaving bosoms for as long as I could remember but hadn’t seen many up-close.
The reason for the heaving was at home, being watched over by a good friend of Holly’s who we all knew from around town. My baby brother, Georgie, named after Dad. He was six months old and obviously still nursing.
Sure, there’s a special little nursing room apart from the ladies’ room. I can show you where it is. I made sure they had it all ready.
I waved to Dad and the newlyweds before ducking off with Holly.
You did such a fantastic job with everything, Darcy. Seriously, it’s the most beautiful wedding I’ve been to in years.
Holly’s voice rang with sincerity. She was a nice person, good for Dad, and I was sorry to have ignored and hated her for so long. Georgie had been the final piece in the puzzle, bringing us all together before he was born.
Which was why I gave her my most sincere smile while miming the act of wiping sweat from my brow. What, juggling a demanding bride, a frantic mother, a dad who asked for weekly expense reports and a dessert caterer we all hate with a passion? No sweat.
Don’t forget a town full of people with very strong opinions.
She laughed lightly when I groaned in pain. If I had a nickel for every person who’d ducked into the café or my adjoining bookstore with their thoughts on how the wedding should go, what Emma’s dress should look like, the flowers she should carry…
Please. I’ll open the store tomorrow to find three dozen comment cards slipped under the door.
She giggled, but stopped when we reached the nursing room. You mean you won’t even take a day off tomorrow? You’ll be exhausted!
Yeah, but the tourists don’t care that we had a wedding today, do they? I can’t afford to keep the store closed. No biggie. I’d get bored at home, anyway.
You Harmon girls and your work ethic.
She was shaking her head, laughing softly as she escaped into the private room. Like she didn’t work her fingers to the bone with an interior decorating business.
I was still holding a plate of food and a bottle of water and my feet hurt. In that order. And I’d been running around like a maniac since before dawn and dusk was settling in. Maybe it was time to sit down for a minute and regroup. But away from as much of the craziness as possible.
Which was why I settled in on a bench outside, facing the beach. We’d had rain in the morning so the ground was still wet, a little muddy. I was careful not to dig my heels into the mud as I munched sausage rolls that were a little cold by then. Everybody was inside the venue, enjoying cocktails and finger foods, out of sight of where I was sitting.
Or hiding, depending on one’s perception. It was the first moment’s peace I had experienced since the split second before opening my eyes that morning. And it was nice. The sound of waves in the near distance, lulling me into breathing slower and deeper. Stars were starting to come out. It would be a beautiful night.
Which was the last thing that passed through my mind before somebody grabbed me by the neck.
Chapter Two
It all happened so fast.
The plate fell from my lap while I reached for the hand covering my mouth, then the other one closing around my throat. They were behind me, whoever they were, leaning over me, blocking out everything in the world but their hands and my sudden, explosive terror.
I clawed at the hands while trying to get off the bench and away. My heart was a trip hammer, my thoughts raced. There were so many tips I’d learned over my life—how to defend myself, how to get away from an attacker, the vulnerable points where I could hit them.
None of it mattered because none of it connected in my terror-filled mind. All that mattered was getting away. Stopping him and getting away.
Fear stole my breath. Fear and the constant, repeating certainty that this couldn’t be real. It just couldn’t be. It was a nightmare. But I was awake and at my sister’s wedding reception and oh, so many things could go through a person’s head in the seconds after being taken completely by surprise.
I grabbed the wrist in my mouth and heard something tear, felt something give way, but what mattered more than that was making them stop. A tiny scream tore its way from my lips but the music coming from the band swallowed it easily. I was on my own. I was alone and I couldn’t see and somebody was trying to hurt me and I couldn’t even see who it was—
Hey! What are you doing? Stop!
The hands loosened, then went away along with the person attached to them. I gulped in air, falling back against the bench while whoever had interrupted the attack chased the attacker. A grunt came from somewhere in the darkness, but that hardly registered in my awareness. I could breathe. I was okay.
It hadn’t taken more than ten seconds, probably less than that, but it might as well have been an eternity.
The sound of