Read Online Miss Spelled (The Kitchen Witch 1) by Morgana Best - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Morgana Best
Ads: Link
Craig didn’t take his eyes off mine. What amazing eyes. “I’m glad to see this place is okay,” he continued. “I’ll check it out, just to be on the safe side.”
“Thanks.” I smiled at him. “Thyme says we need the report for insurance.”
Thyme raised her eyebrows at me and then put her hands behind her back with a mischievous smile. “Well, I’m going to go check on progress with the kitchen. Amelia, how about you tell him what happened?” Thyme leaned in to whisper to me, “And find out his favorite flavor.”
Chapter 10
I had invited Thyme, Ruprecht, his granddaughter, Mint, and my next-door neighbor, Camino, over for dinner. It wasn’t my idea; it was Thyme’s. She said it was the only way I could get my confidence. She suggested I make something simple. Duh! I knew that much.
I decided to make baked vegetables. I stood in the kitchen, my eyes closed, my hands on the counter. “You can do this,” I chanted over and over.
I opened my eyes, and got to work. For the first ten minutes or so everything was going great. Of course, the first ten minutes were the easiest, chopping up the vegetables. From there it got a little harder, and as I had dreaded, I began to feel like I wasn’t doing it right. I had partly boiled the potatoes first, as the article on the net had said that they take longer to cook than other vegetables. Had I boiled them for too long? Were they supposed to break apart?
I was beginning to sweat, though it wasn’t only due to the oven being cranked to four fifty. I was starting to feel the panic. I wanted to do well. I owned a cake store, after all.
Now my new friends were going to come over, and I was surely going to mess it all up. I forced myself to think logically. What was the worst that could happen? That thought calmed me down somewhat. So what if I messed up dinner? Thyme wouldn’t be mad, and Ruprecht wouldn’t ridicule me with cruel words, not like my ex had. If dinner was ruined, they would all laugh.
I had just put the chopped up pumpkin into the oven when the doorbell rang. I wiped my hands on a towel hanging on the handle of the oven and went to answer it. Ruprecht and Mint stood before me, a smile on their faces. “House-warming gift,” Ruprecht said, holding out a box of rather nice antique silverware. “I had it at the shop, and I thought it would look lovely here with you.”
“Wow, thanks so much,” I said, taking the box.
“I didn’t bring anything, only this bottle of chardonnay,” a cheerful voice said from behind Ruprecht. Thyme was making her way up the front walk. She had a huge bag in one hand and bottle of wine in the other.
“Thanks,” I said with a laugh. “Come on in. Camino should be here soon. Let me check on the veggies, and I’ll be right back.”
I hurried into the kitchen and anxiously peered into the oven. To my relief, nothing was burned yet. It appeared to be roasting to plan.
I returned to the living room with a tray of wine glasses. I was almost at the living room door when I heard Camino’s voice. Oh, good, she had arrived. The next words I heard made me stop in my tracks.
“Yes, I saw him, parked down the street in his car,” Camino said.
“Are you sure it was him?” Ruprecht asked.
“Positive. What would he want with Amelia?”
From behind me, Willow meowed loudly. I was afraid he would give away my position, and I felt bad for eavesdropping, so I walked into the room.
Everyone stopped talking abruptly and stared at me. You could cut the tension with a knife. “What were you all talking about?” I asked.
“Nothing,” Thyme and Mint said in unison, and then they exchanged glances. I saw a red flush travel up Thyme’s face.
“Great, wine glasses,” Camino said, in what seemed to me to be an obvious attempt to divert me. “Do you have red? I’m partial to Merlot.”
“Sure,” I said, and took everyone’s orders.
“So you found Angelica’s wine supply?” Camino asked me, her eyes
“Thanks.” I smiled at him. “Thyme says we need the report for insurance.”
Thyme raised her eyebrows at me and then put her hands behind her back with a mischievous smile. “Well, I’m going to go check on progress with the kitchen. Amelia, how about you tell him what happened?” Thyme leaned in to whisper to me, “And find out his favorite flavor.”
Chapter 10
I had invited Thyme, Ruprecht, his granddaughter, Mint, and my next-door neighbor, Camino, over for dinner. It wasn’t my idea; it was Thyme’s. She said it was the only way I could get my confidence. She suggested I make something simple. Duh! I knew that much.
I decided to make baked vegetables. I stood in the kitchen, my eyes closed, my hands on the counter. “You can do this,” I chanted over and over.
I opened my eyes, and got to work. For the first ten minutes or so everything was going great. Of course, the first ten minutes were the easiest, chopping up the vegetables. From there it got a little harder, and as I had dreaded, I began to feel like I wasn’t doing it right. I had partly boiled the potatoes first, as the article on the net had said that they take longer to cook than other vegetables. Had I boiled them for too long? Were they supposed to break apart?
I was beginning to sweat, though it wasn’t only due to the oven being cranked to four fifty. I was starting to feel the panic. I wanted to do well. I owned a cake store, after all.
Now my new friends were going to come over, and I was surely going to mess it all up. I forced myself to think logically. What was the worst that could happen? That thought calmed me down somewhat. So what if I messed up dinner? Thyme wouldn’t be mad, and Ruprecht wouldn’t ridicule me with cruel words, not like my ex had. If dinner was ruined, they would all laugh.
I had just put the chopped up pumpkin into the oven when the doorbell rang. I wiped my hands on a towel hanging on the handle of the oven and went to answer it. Ruprecht and Mint stood before me, a smile on their faces. “House-warming gift,” Ruprecht said, holding out a box of rather nice antique silverware. “I had it at the shop, and I thought it would look lovely here with you.”
“Wow, thanks so much,” I said, taking the box.
“I didn’t bring anything, only this bottle of chardonnay,” a cheerful voice said from behind Ruprecht. Thyme was making her way up the front walk. She had a huge bag in one hand and bottle of wine in the other.
“Thanks,” I said with a laugh. “Come on in. Camino should be here soon. Let me check on the veggies, and I’ll be right back.”
I hurried into the kitchen and anxiously peered into the oven. To my relief, nothing was burned yet. It appeared to be roasting to plan.
I returned to the living room with a tray of wine glasses. I was almost at the living room door when I heard Camino’s voice. Oh, good, she had arrived. The next words I heard made me stop in my tracks.
“Yes, I saw him, parked down the street in his car,” Camino said.
“Are you sure it was him?” Ruprecht asked.
“Positive. What would he want with Amelia?”
From behind me, Willow meowed loudly. I was afraid he would give away my position, and I felt bad for eavesdropping, so I walked into the room.
Everyone stopped talking abruptly and stared at me. You could cut the tension with a knife. “What were you all talking about?” I asked.
“Nothing,” Thyme and Mint said in unison, and then they exchanged glances. I saw a red flush travel up Thyme’s face.
“Great, wine glasses,” Camino said, in what seemed to me to be an obvious attempt to divert me. “Do you have red? I’m partial to Merlot.”
“Sure,” I said, and took everyone’s orders.
“So you found Angelica’s wine supply?” Camino asked me, her eyes
Similar Books
