BooksBarbecue
Back As Seen on TV Save as PDF
Chapters (57)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Dedication
  5. Chapter One
  6. Chapter Two
  7. Chapter Three
  8. Chapter Four
  9. Chapter Five
  10. Chapter Six
  11. Chapter Seven
  12. Chapter Eight
  13. Chapter Nine
  14. Chapter Ten
  15. Chapter Eleven
  16. Chapter Twelve
  17. Chapter Thirteen
  18. Chapter Fourteen
  19. Chapter Fifteen
  20. Chapter Sixteen
  21. Chapter Seventeen
  22. Chapter Eighteen
  23. Chapter Nineteen
  24. Chapter Twenty
  25. Chapter Twenty-One
  26. Chapter Twenty-Two
  27. Chapter Twenty-Three
  28. Chapter Twenty-Four
  29. Chapter Twenty-Five
  30. Chapter Twenty-Six
  31. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  32. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  33. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  34. Chapter Thirty
  35. Chapter Thirty-One
  36. Chapter Thirty-Two
  37. Chapter Thirty-Three
  38. Chapter Thirty-Four
  39. Chapter Thirty-Five
  40. Chapter Thirty-Six
  41. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  42. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  43. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  44. Chapter Forty
  45. Chapter Forty-One
  46. Chapter Forty-Two
  47. Chapter Forty-Three
  48. Chapter Forty-Four
  49. Chapter Forty-Five
  50. Chapter Forty-Six
  51. Chapter Forty-Seven
  52. Chapter Forty-Eight
  53. Chapter Forty-Nine
  54. Chapter Fifty
  55. Acknowledgments
  56. Discover More
  57. About the Author

I didn’t ask how many others had shared his bed since he got here. I simply expressed my assent and thanked him for his generosity.

Then I said a silent prayer I wouldn’t regret it.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Finn said to make myself comfortable while he tidied up the bathroom. He was something of a neat freak, I’d noticed. In contrast to the room I’d just vacated, all of Finn’s clothes were either tucked into drawers or hung in the closet, and there wasn’t a single shoe to trip over. His desk was empty of deodorant sticks, hairbrushes, and pain reliever bottles, which suggested that, unlike me, he kept them in the bathroom where they belonged. I doubted there was much to “tidy up,” but I appreciated his effort. It was hardly the first time I’d been here, but the circumstances were much different.

Antsy, I walked over to the window. Whereas my room had a view of the backyard garden, his looked out onto Main Street. The sky was currently one shade away from black with occasional streaks of white when lightning struck. How much longer until another room would become available? I glanced at my watch and sighed. If I didn’t know better, I’d think time was moving backward.

“What’s it doing out there?” Finn asked.

Still facing the window, I said, “It’s bad. The town’s autumnal equinox parade will surely be rained out.”

Behind me, Finn whined and stamped a foot. “But we can still bob for apples, though, ri-eet?”

I laughed and turned to face him. “I’m starving. Want to see if Lorraine put out any food in the common room?” The more time we spent outside of his hotel room, the better.

Finn agreed and we headed downstairs where guests were spread out on the couch and chairs. Others stood in the kitchen drinking coffee and eating from boxes of Entenmann’s chocolate chip cookies. A din of conversation filled the air.

“Wow. It’s so homey.” I could hardly believe my eyes. Sure, now it was like a scene from a Hallmark movie, only with store-bought baked goods.

Finn handed me a cookie and a napkin. “Material for your story?”

“It’s a good thing I brought my trusty notebook with me.” I patted the bulging pocket of my hoodie sweatshirt. “Maybe Lorraine will organize a game of charades.”

“Or hangman.”

“Would you rather?”

His eyes sparkled. “Never have I ever.”

“Murder mystery.”

“Not it,” Finn said, lifting his palms.

“To be the killer or the killee?”

He scrunched his face. “Is killee a word?”