Grilled Rye Murder: Book 16 in The Darling Deli Series
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Authors: Patti Benning
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
Grilled
Rye
Murder
Book Sixteen in the Darling Deli Series
By
Patti Benning
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**This book is a work of fiction. Any similarities to persons, living or dead, places of business, or situations past or present, is completely unintentional.
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Dear Readers,
I want to thank you so much for joining me on my journey with Moira, Candice, David, and the other characters we’ve grown to know and love in The Darling Deli Series. I have enjoyed hearing from so many of you, and it brings me such joy to know that you’ve laughed, cried and celebrated with me through this series. While this is the last Darling Deli book for a while, I have a sneaking suspicion that Moira and all may be back in the future for more adventures.
For now, I’m super excited about my new “Papa Pacelli’s Pizzeria” series!! Pizza is one of my all-time guilty pleasures, and I can’t wait to release the first book! The change of pace will be like a breath of fresh air, and the creativity is flowing as I finalize the first manuscript of the series.
Thank you so much, dear readers – I could never do what I do without you, and it makes me so happy to know that you enjoy my work!! Much love and happy reading – Patti
Grilled Rye Murder
Book Sixteen in the Darling Deli Series
The humid summer air swirled through the propped-open doors of the deli, bringing in the sweet scents of freshly cut grass and fried dough from the new donut shop down the street. Moira Darling put down her paint roller and took a step back, enjoying the breeze while casting a critical eye on her work. Darling’s DELIcious Delights was getting a paint job, and to save money, the deli owner had decided to do it herself. Not even halfway through with the project, and she was already regretting her decision. It was a
hot
summer, and the strange thumping sound affecting the deli’s air conditioning left the inside of the building too warm and swampy with paint fumes.
The repairman is coming tomorrow,
she reminded herself.
By the time we reopen, the air will be back on. All I have to do is finish painting this evening, and the deli will be like new when the customers come back.
She was just reaching for the roller again when a familiar convertible pulled into the parking lot. It was her twenty-one-year-old daughter, Candice.
Almost twenty-two,
she thought.
Where does the time go?
Moira watched as the young woman got out of her car, tucking a few strands of her straight, golden-blonde hair behind her ears before reaching into the back seat for a large box fan.
“Thanks for bringing that,” Moira said, dropping the roller back into the paint as her daughter came inside. “I’ve been melting in here.”
“Ugh, I don’t see how you can stand it. It’s like a furnace.” The young woman placed the fan in a corner and plugged it in. “At least this will blow some of the paint fumes out. I don’t know if it will help with the heat too much.”
“It already feels better,” Moira said, standing in front of the fan. “You’re a lifesaver, sweetie.”
“Do you want me to stay and help? Logan’s watching the candy shop, so I’ve got a few hours if you need me.”
“That would be amazing. Jenny and Cameron are going to come by at five after they’re done catering Mrs. Brodeshire’s baby shower, and they’ll help me finish up, but things will go much more quickly with another person painting right now. Hang on, I’ve got an extra roller in the kitchen.”
She brought her daughter out a fresh paint roller and smiled as she watched the young woman pull the beautiful diamond engagement ring off her finger and slip it into a pocket.
“I don’t want to get paint on it,” Candice told her mother.
“I don’t blame you. It’s gorgeous. Eli has good taste… in rings, and in women.”
Her daughter grinned. Eli had proposed to her a month ago, and Moira hadn’t seen a single frown on the young woman’s face since.
We might not be a normal family, but we’re definitely a happy one,
the deli owner thought as she picked up her own roller and began to start painting again.
Jenny and Cameron were Moira’s two newest employees. She had hired them late last fall, when the deli had been slammed with holiday catering requests. They rarely worked at the counter; instead, it was their job to handle the catering events from start to finish. Jenny, a quiet brunette, had just moved to town when Moira hired her, and had quickly settled in. Cameron, a cheerful and outgoing redhead, had applied for the job soon after the young woman had begun her work; Moira was convinced that he was in love with the girl, although if Jenny knew it, she didn’t let it show. Between the two of them, they had lightened the deli owner’s work load considerably, and she would have done just about anything to keep them working there.
The work went much more quickly with Candice helping. The new paint, a light green color, looked amazing, and Moira wondered why she hadn’t done this before.
Things have been going so well since David and I got engaged
, she thought. The memory of his proposal brought a smile to her lips. She was still just as certain of her answer as she had been when he had asked her almost a year ago.
Yes.
Yes, she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. Yes, she wanted to wake up every morning with him beside her. Yes, she wanted to marry him.
Saying yes had been the easy part. Planning the wedding was fun, but it was also full of tough decisions to make. Her first wedding had been traditional, held inside a church with her close friends and family. This wedding—her second and
last
wedding—she wanted to be special. Her parents had passed away years ago, so she had to rely on her friends and daughter for help. David was the one she really counted on, though. He had been at her side for everything; finding a venue, considering flowers, choosing food and wine for the wedding dinner… he had even been the one to book kennel reservations for Maverick and Keeva while they went on their honeymoon.
I can’t believe I’m getting married
, she thought for the thousandth time since he had slid the ring on her finger. After the honeymoon, he was going to move into her house with her, and she had already begun clearing out the second bedroom for him to use as office space. They had discussed buying a bigger house together, but a cursory search online hadn’t shown any promising homes for sale in the area. Moira was secretly glad; she was in love with her little stone house in the woods, and didn’t want to move unless she happened to find another house that she loved just as much.
By the time Jenny and Cameron returned with the refrigerated food truck, Moira and Candice were painting the last wall. The deli owner was amazed at the difference the new paint had made, and couldn’t wait for her customers to see it when the restaurant reopened at noon tomorrow. They had only been closed for three days for renovations, but it seemed like ages to her. The deli was more than just a hobby; it was her pride and joy and her main source of income. July was right in the middle of their busiest season, when tourists came from all over to enjoy the beautiful beaches of Lake Michigan, only twenty minutes away from the small town of Maple Creek. Closing up for renovations now had been a hard choice, but she really wanted everything to be done by the time of her wedding, so she wouldn’t have to worry about it while she was on her honeymoon.
It took them another two hours to finish touching up the paint and replace the bistro tables and chairs along the walls. Moira tore down the sheets of protective plastic from over the register and glass counters, while Candice and Jenny peeled the painter’s tape away from the moulding. Cameron washed the paint rollers and tray in the big stainless steel sink, carefully squeezing them out before setting them out to dry.
At long last, they were done. The walls were painted, the deli was clean, and the only thing left to do was to get the air conditioning fixed before her customers returned. All in all, it had been a very successful few days, though she couldn’t deny that she was eager to get back to her normal routine.
“Do you want to join Eli and me for dinner tomorrow night?” Candice asked on her way out. “We’re going to eat with Reggie. He still isn’t doing so well, but his nurse says that he always seems a lot more energetic after we’re there.”
“Oh, I wish I could,” Moira said. “But I promised David I’d have dinner with him at the Grill to celebrate the completion of the new renovations. I’ve been so busy with all of this—” she gestured at the newly painted deli “—that we’ve barely seen each other all week. Maybe I could make next Sunday’s dinner, instead?”
“Okay, I’ll tell him that you wanted to come, but already had plans,” her daughter said. “I know he loves seeing you. He thinks you and David are the coolest people ever.”
The deli owner chuckled at that as she locked up behind them. Reginald, called Reggie by his friends, was the grandfather of Eli, Candice’s fiancé. He lived at the local assisted-living home, and had helped Moira get to the bottom of two mysterious murders. From what she gathered, he was constantly on the lookout for more crimes to investigate; she was secretly glad that he hadn’t found any. She was enjoying her quiet lifestyle, and didn’t want to see it end any time soon.
“Any interesting plans for the rest of the week?” her daughter asked, leaning against the convertible that had been her birthday present from Moira and David the year before.
