Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57502 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 288(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57502 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 288(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
She blinked tired, burning eyes and hid a yawn. “Yeah, I think that happened around three in the morning. Things began to mesh.”
“Your dream of a blueberry pancake feeding station is absolutely possible. It’s our wedding day. You should have whatever you want.”
No words in the English language had ever sounded so wonderful tied together. “Fiona will already have so many duties as matron of honor.” But was Jane certain Fiona was her first pick for matron of honor? Gah! She didn’t know. Something held her back, but what?
“Drink your coffee.” Conrad’s happy command pulled her from her thoughts. “I’m meeting Maggie Johnson this morning, and you’re coming with me. We’re partners today.”
“You just don’t want to let me out of your sight,” she said, stretching. He’d been uber protective since she’d discovered the card in her vehicle. After showing up with a deputy to collect it, he’d asked a ton of questions, then assigned an officer to drive by her residence for the rest of the day. But this worked out in her favor. Actually meeting with Maggie via police business was better than making an appointment to service the hearse.
“I plead the fifth,” he replied.
As she took her first gulp of morning perfection, she noticed her phone on the coffee table. A line of texts filled the screen.
Oh! Beau must’ve sent what he’d learned about Maggie Johnson. Jane returned the mug to Conrad and swiped up the phone to read. Whoa. Beau wasn’t her only messenger.
“I need five minutes,” she muttered, scrunching her features. “I’m a popular girl today.”
“You’re a popular girl always. But don’t concern yourself with me. I’m highly entertained watching your expressions.” He was grinning as he sipped from her mug.
Why Guy: I know you’re busy, that’s why I’d like to come up this weekend. Conrad mentioned camping is out, so the three of us need to sit together and talk all things wedding parties. Boundaries, that sort of thing. It’s no problem, I’m happy to do it. Yay!
“Wyatt wants to stay with you this weekend,” she muttered. “Or us, since I sorta moved in. He’s eager to learn our boundaries for the bachelor party.”
Conrad scrubbed a hand over his face. “I’ll speak with him.”
Jane canted her head. “What are our boundaries for the parties?”
“Sweetheart, I’m not interested in a farewell party for my single life. My celebration begins after I make you mine.”
Good answer. Honestly, it was as if he’d stepped straight out of a romance novel. Maybe they could do a joint event? She was grinning as she read the next message.
NewsKatz: Come on. Let’s meet up. You want this tidbit, trust me, and I want the scoop.
Jane’s lips pursed. “Ashley Katz claims she’s got info on Hannah. I’m setting up a meeting for us. Does today work for you?”
“Sure. Make it for ten.”
Type, type, type.
Jane: All right. This morning. 10. But this better be good!
Next order of business.
Tiffinator: You know what will really make your wedding invitations stand out? Adding shakers. I can picture it now. A flower or something behind a little window, with sequins and teeny tiny beads. Maybe even tiny bells. Wedding bells. Get it?
Oh, good heavens.
Jane: I think it’s time for you to start dating again. And you’ve come to the right person for help. Other people’s relationships are my sweet spot. Let me solve this case, and I’ll find your ideal match. Be thinking of your must haves in a SO and nothing else.
Next.
Fionality: I’ve been considering your bestselling story. What if you add a ghost? I did a little search and I’m pretty sure the paranormal stuff is super-hot right now. If not a ghost, berserkers. Yes, yes, I’m loving berserkers more and more. Or double down and go with a ghost berserker.
“Do you have any desire to meet a ghost berserker?” Jane asked Conrad as her brows drew together.
He rubbed his fingers over his mouth. To hide a grin? “In what capacity?”
“A fictionalized nonfiction autobiography slash cozy mystery slash true crime slash rom-com slash paranormal romance. Never mind, I know how to respond.”
Jane: Done!
She envisioned it now. In chapter two, that ghost berserker would emerge from the talking tree and help the hotshot detective piece the clues together. And then, a slow-burn love story would unfold…
Next.
Beaudyguard: Where’s that chapter? I got the goods. Do you?
Dang him!
Jane: Fine. Just remember, this is a rough draft.
“I need a couple more minutes. Beau is forcing me to send him the chapter I wrote last night,” she told Conrad, kneeling in front of the couch to power up her laptop.
“CC me. For the case.” Conrad took another drink of coffee before sauntering off, whistling the rest of the way.
“You boys are incorrigible,” Jane admonished, but she did include him in the email.
Once sent, she shot her friend a new text.