Days of Wine and Roquefort (Cheese Shop Mystery) (33 page)

“Jenna Starrett Hart, listen up.”

I was single when I had established myself in my advertising career. After David and I got married, I decided not to change my surname to his, Harris. Hart . . . Harris. People would get confused.

“Jenna,” my sister barked.

“Don’t have a tizzy.” I laughed. I loved pushing my sister’s buttons. “What’s up?”

“You know I’m here in Crystal Cove.”

“No.” If she was checking up on me after my encounter with a murderer last month, I was going to clock her. I didn’t need a reminder. I had put the past behind me. And I could clock her. I had six inches on her and a lot more hard-earned muscle, especially since I’d returned to a daily routine of running on the beach.

“Well, I am. I’m at the Seaside Bakery on The Pier getting the cake for Dad’s surprise party tonight. You know it’s tonight, right?”

I would if she would clue me in. To anything. Ever. Well-meaning, warped Whitney. All my life I’d slung
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adjectives together for my sister. She did the same for me. Jazzy, jittery Jenna. Luckily I didn’t have plans.

“Anyway,” my sister continued. “I need you to pick up—” She halted then screeched. “Omigosh!”

“What?

“Get down here. Right. Now.”

“No need to shout. Where are you?”

“The Seaside Bakery. Aren’t you listening? I mean it. Come right now. And bring Bailey. Her mom, Lola. I think she’s going to throw a punch.”