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  Sweet Sabatoeur

  The Cozy Café Series

  C. A. Phipps

  Copyright © 2020 by C. A. Phipps

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  For my darling husband, who helped get this book into shape to meet the deadline.

  Thanks also to my editor, Becky Johnson, and these lovely ladies, Suzanne Nelson and my friend Wendy Vella for their contributions.

  Legends! x

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Epilogue

  Candy Corruption

  Recipes

  Lemon Cupcakes

  Double Chocolate Cupcakes

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  About the Author

  Chapter One

  Cozy Hollow was a sleepy town at this time of the morning. The view from the café’s kitchen window was enhanced by drops of dew refracting light everywhere, as the rising sun cast a golden glow over everything it touched.

  Scarlett loved this time of day.

  About to open the Cozy Café for their early customers, the Finch sisters had already been baking for hours. It would be a little while longer before the other shop keepers along Main Street came to unlock their own stores. Then the peace would be gone, to be replaced with the sound of friendly greetings.

  Hopefully, the café would be busy, because they could sure use the money—as long as her sister wasn’t intent on sabotaging everything.

  Scarlett Finch glared at Violet. Two years younger, at twenty-six, she was as annoying now as she was when they were kids. They might look alike, but the two of them were as different as night and day.

  “Why did you take one?” she asked through gritted teeth, pointing at the wobbling stack of brownies on the counter.

  Violet pushed back identical long dark hair and shrugged. “I was hungry.”

  Scarlett wanted to shake her. “Make a sandwich or eat some fruit. Now the plate’s uneven, which spoils the whole look.”

  Violet pulled a ridiculous face. “Your OCD is clearly out of control today. You know it’s going to look different as soon as anyone happens to buy one, right?”

  Her sister made sense, as she so often did. Scarlett still objected to this downplaying of the presentation, which she’d taken such care to make as appealing as possible but appreciated that it shouldn’t upset her so much. She liked things perfect—which wasn’t the same as OCD.

  She sighed, recognizing that the issue she had wasn’t with Violet or the brownies. Their finances were at an all-time low, and the Cozy Café simply had to do better. Scarlett couldn’t help a constant nagging fear, which at times threatened to derail her belief in what they were doing. With a hefty mortgage on the business, a house falling down around their ears, and three women to care for, bankruptcy was on her mind every day.

  Sharing her fears to a lesser degree with her sisters, Scarlett repeatedly explained the importance of revenue earned by positive customer experience and maintaining the quality of their food. Actually, she was in danger of becoming a nag.

  Adjusting the top layer of brownies to cover the gap, she swallowed her irritation. So engrossed with the task, she didn’t hear a customer enter and couldn’t stop the gasp when she saw who it was in front of her.

  Arthur Tully looked at her with what appeared to be a mixed expression of dislike and amusement. The mayor of Cozy Hollow was not a particularly pleasant man unless he wanted something. Marginally shorter than Violet and Scarlett’s height of 5’ 8”, Arthur often wore thick-soled shoes to appear taller and more imposing. He also had the habit of leaning forward into the personal space area, which was most disconcerting. Having perfected this towering stance, the only thing a person could do was move away—quickly.

  “Something smells good in here,” Arthur stated with his wolf-like grin when she’d done precisely that.

  Placing a cover over the brownies, Violet snorted. “It could be the baking.”

  Behind the counter, Scarlett kicked her sassy sister’s ankle.

  “Owww!”

  Violet was not endowed with an abundance of subtlety. Still, no matter that Arthur Tully had been heard making disparaging remarks about the café—and the three sisters—he was still a customer.

  “What can we do for you, Mr. Tully?” Scarlett asked, ignoring her sister’s glare.

  “I’m wondering if you could manage some food for the town committee this morning? Nothing too fancy, obviously.” He gave a sniff to perhaps indicate that he wasn’t expecting that as a possibility.

  Their dislike being mutual, the request came as a surprise which Scarlett struggled to keep from her face. Daisy Archer, from the Cozy Diner, was usually the go-to person for any food. Being a committee member, Scarlett had to admit it did make sense. Still, she wasn’t about to turn down work no matter how small.

  “Of course. How many people should we cater for?”

  “There will be six of us.” He looked about shiftily before adding, “The usual group.”

  A long time ago, the town was given the tagline ‘Cozy Hollow - Home of Hospitality.’ A previous mayor ran with the theme, encouraging businesses to adopt this in their names. All of the committee members had a business, and Scarlett knew every member to lesser or greater degrees.

  There was Daisy Archer, owner of the Cozy Diner. Mable Norris ran the Cozy Library. Dale Wilkins, from Cozy Cars, was the local mechanic who also bought and sold vehicles. Olivia Greene owned Cozy Crafts. Harvey Evans ran Cozy Real Estate. And finally, there was, of course, Mayor Arthur Tully.

  Two other members experiencing run-ins with Arthur recently had unfortunately quit. Arthur insisted that there would be no co-opted members at this stage since there would be an election in a few months. He always had an answer to suit his own best interests, and with fewer people to coerce meant, he usually got his own way.

  Snapping out of her reverie, tamping down thoughts of why she was being entrusted, she smiled just as insincerely. “Will ten o’clock suit you?”

  He made a show of studying his watch, but there was a distinct gleam in his eyes.

  “It’s 9 a.m. now. Can you manage it in an hour?”

  The challenge came through loud and clear. “We’ll make it happen,” Scarlett assured him.

  As Arthur nodded and left, something in his manner sent a chill through her.

  “We’ll make it happen? What is that all about?” Violet snickered.

  Scarlett pushed her out the back of the shop and into the kitchen. “Shush!”

  Violet shook her free. “What’s the matter with you? There’s no one near.”

  “You never know around Cozy Hollow,” Scarlett insisted.

  “What are you two fighting abo
ut now?” Petite and blonde like their mom, their youngest sister Ruby, held the frosting bag away from a tray of cupcakes. The ones she’d already finished sported a cherry on top and looked delicious.

  “We’re not fighting. I was merely telling Violet that she shouldn’t poke fun about customers in the café, just in case someone overhears.”

  “Uh-huh.” Ruby didn’t like to argue, hated it when her sisters did, and often refused to take sides.

  Scarlett let it go. “Those look great. Could you put aside half a dozen for the town committee meeting this morning? The mayor came in and asked himself. It’s at 10 a.m.”

  Ruby grimaced at the name, but as usual, her sunny nature shone through. “Sure. Do you need anything else?”

  “Cupcakes, some small tarts, and a couple of sandwiches each should do the trick? What do you think?”

  “That sounds about right. Those meetings are always a couple of hours, so the members will be grateful for a decent amount.”

  “I wonder how come we’re being entrusted with this instead of Daisy?” Violet mused.

  “I have no idea. It is odd, but it’s a paid job after all.” In light of his treatment of them, Scarlett appreciated that her sisters would be just as put off by the mayor’s request. Still, with the overall financial responsibility falling squarely on her shoulders, their usual reluctance around Arthur had to be tamped down.

  Ruby turned away. “That’s true. I’ll get started on the tarts, shall I?”

  “Perfect. I made the fillings earlier. They’re in the fridge.”

  Ruby nodded, going about her business in the automatic way she had in the kitchen—without any of the passion Scarlett felt.

  “I’ll make the sandwiches.” Violet followed Ruby to work at the other end of the large counter.

  Not wanting to be too pushy or depressing, it was a fine line that Scarlett walked. While she loved working here, her sisters did not.

  Their mom’s dream was to own a café. To hold onto that dream came at a price. It was fun, baking alongside Mom while they were growing up, and Scarlett never lost that enjoyment. Instead, it had grown into her passion while the other two merely did what they had to. They rarely moaned or got angry, but it didn’t make Violet or Ruby happy the way it did Scarlett, and she didn’t know how to fix it while honoring their mom.

  She sliced a loaf of bread with more vigor than required and made a mess of several pieces. Sometimes being the eldest was too darn hard. There were other options. Closing the café down might be for the best, but her heart wouldn’t allow it. Not while there was a fighting chance to make it work. It had once—why not again?

  Their mom made the place into somewhere people loved to be and had relished every day spent here. The customers adored her and were a great support when she got sick—just as Lilac Finch had been to the community.

  Scarlett shivered as sadness washed over her.

  When their mom passed away less than a year ago, the café was heavily in debt from hospital bills, and Scarlett was already working hard to keep it running. Violet also dropped out of college to help care for their mom, while it was agreed that Ruby finish her diploma and come home to help after that.

  When the hope for a miracle was laid to rest, the three of them made a pact to get the café on solid ground before deciding their futures. They didn’t count on it taking this long.

  As hard as they worked, things kept going wrong, meaning the debt wasn’t getting any smaller. With sales not increasing the way Scarlett had anticipated and planned for, they’d get little if they tried to sell right now. And, it would break Scarlett’s heart to simply close the doors.

  When the shop door opened, Scarlett went to attend to the new customer with a heavy heart. Luckily, this customer was a welcome sight and one who knew their story intimately.

  “Why so glum?”

  Sweet and incredibly wise, Olivia Greene was their mom’s older sister. She’d done as much as she could in helping them cope with the loss a little easier.

  “Hi, Olivia. I have to admit to having a few dark thoughts, which is not right on such a beautiful day.”

  “It certainly is lovely, and even better when you smile and bring a bit of sunshine in here.” Olivia gave her an infectious grin. “My, these are gorgeous cupcakes.”

  Buoyed by one of her favorite people, Scarlett grinned back. “Ruby made them.”

  “Did she? Well, isn’t that wonderful? I was under the impression she didn’t like to bake, but there’s a lot of love in those.”

  “Oh, she really does enjoy baking.” When Olivia raised an eyebrow at her protest, Scarlett stopped herself from waffling on and admitted, “It’s just she’d rather be reading a book, not a recipe.”

  Right now, she chuckled. “I do remember your mom having to call Ruby several times before she heard.”

  Scarlett winked. “It still happens.”

  Calloused fingers, from years of knitting, wrapped around Scarlett’s hand. “You’re doing a fine job of keeping the family together, dear. Your mom would be very proud.”

  A lump as big as the mountain behind the town stopped her from answering, and Scarlett’s eyes began to cloud.

  Olivia tutted. “Now, now. I’m sorry to upset you, dear, but all the people who loved Lilac must talk about her. It’s healthy, and we want to remember your mom, don’t we?”

  Scarlett coughed. “Yes, of course, we do, and thank you for the kind words.”

  “True words, dear. There’s often a difference. Now, what shall I have?”

  “The usual coffee, Olivia?” Violet brought out a fresh pot.

  “Please.” Olivia pursed her lips for a moment. “You know, I shouldn’t, but I’ll have one of Ruby’s cupcakes too.”

  Scarlett smiled. “It’ll be nice to tell Ruby they’re already selling.”

  Olivia winked and handed Scarlett the money with a flourish. “Keep the change.”

  Everyone knew that the Finch girls were in debt. There was no hope of disguising this when it was evident in the way they’d reduced the size of orders for supplies and the rundown state of their house. In Cozy Hollow, news of any sort got around faster than a tornado, but a struggling business was particularly newsworthy. At least that was the way it seemed to Scarlett.

  She made up a tray for the coffee and cupcake and took it to Olivia. When they were younger, they’d called her aunt, but Olivia hadn’t liked it. She thought it made her sound old. Running the craft shop down the other end of Main Street and living above it, Olivia was fit and very attractive. It made a mockery of the gray strands in her blonde hair.

  “How’s your day?” Scarlett asked.

  Olivia sniffed her coffee appreciatively. “After this, I’m off to open the shop. It’s always quiet on Monday mornings, but you never know if a tourist will come through town.”

  “It must be wonderful to open at this time,” Scarlett mused before she remembered something. “Aren’t you on the town committee? I thought you’d be going to the meeting.”

  Unconcerned, Olivia slipped a napkin onto her lap. “That’s right, I am. We have a meeting at lunchtime. Daisy suggested you could make the food.”

  Scarlett tipped her head. “Are you sure it’s lunchtime?”

  “I may be old, dear, but I’ve not lost my marbles just yet.” Olivia’s smile slipped. “Oh, dear, something’s wrong. What have I missed?”

  Scarlett shot a look at the door, thinking of the malevolent look she’d got from the mayor as he left. “Arthur came in earlier and ordered food for the meeting—at 10 o’clock.”

  Olivia’s eyes narrowed. “Did he now?” She sipped her coffee thoughtfully. “Would you mind putting my cupcake, along with the coffee, in a to-go bag, please?”

  Scarlett raised an eyebrow, but Olivia wasn’t offering more information. Something was afoot, and by the look on her aunt’s face, it wasn’t anything good.

  Arthur Tully could be crafty. She knew it—the town knew it. Since he was the mayor, some were wi
lling to accept his ideas pragmatically, while others made sure he was scrutinized over everything. They were the people who knew that whatever he proposed would benefit Arthur first and the town second.

  People like Olivia Greene.

  Chapter Two

  10 o’clock on the dot, Scarlett and Violet arrived at the town hall, where the committee met in a room at the back.

  Shifting her container to free a hand, Scarlett knocked at the door. A terse, “Come!” sounded through the dense wood, and with a warning look at her sister to behave, she opened it. They walked into what could only be described as a hot-pot of tension.

  Dark paneling contributed to the oppressive atmosphere. Arthur glared at the interruption, while librarian, Mable Norris, sat arms folded and a combative look in her eyes. The rest of the committee were also present apart from Olivia. As far as Scarlett could tell, whatever they were deciding on this morning would likely be a split vote between one faction of sensible people and Arthur’s yes-men. The mayor and Harvey formed the old-boy network along with Mable, Arthur’s chief champion.

  That left, Dale, Olivia, and Daisy. Since Olivia was absent, the decision would be a clear majority.

  “Where would you like the food?” Scarlett asked Arthur, ignoring the animosity.

  “Over there.” Arthur, eyes narrowed and mean, nodded to a corner where there was a small table.

  An uneasy silence followed them. As quietly as possible, the sisters opened containers and pulled out trays. Scarlett gave each one a tweak where the food had moved in transit, even though everything still looked attractive and, hopefully, appetizing.