Double Fudge Brownie Murder (Hannah Swensen series Book 18) Read Online Free PDF

was beautiful.
    “Beautiful view,” she breathed as she walked down the steps from the bedroom, across the floor of the sunken living room, and out onto the balcony. Above her was an impossibly bright blue sky with lazy white clouds floating overhead like airborne white cotton candy.
    Hannah turned her gaze downward. Eighteen floors below her was a huge swimming pool, its vivid blue surface sparkling in the sun. It was surrounded by beautiful tropical vegetation and flowers. A bit to one side, partially shaded by a thatched sunroof, was a large Jacuzzi. The pool area was flanked by tall palm trees, and ant-sized people in bathing suits were stretched out on lounge chairs. There didn’t seem to be anyone who was actually in the water and Hannah wondered if the pool was heated. Then she laughed at herself. Of course the pool was heated. This was an expensive hotel and they did things right in Vegas. She’d seen the ads on television. The people on the lounge chairs were simply working on their tans before their vacations were over and they had to go back to colder climes.
    There was a knock on her door and Hannah stepped back inside and hurried to answer it. It was the porter with her suitcase.
    Several minutes later and several dollars richer, the porter had left and Hannah’s suitcase was sitting on a suitcase rack by the bed. She was just unzipping it when the phone in her room rang and she reached for the extension on the bed table.
    “Hello?”
    “Hannah!” It was her mother’s voice. “I’m so glad I caught you before you left.”
    “Left for where?”
    “For wherever. I’m sure you girls want to explore. I just need a big favor from you.”
    “What is it, Mother?”
    “I’m simply a wreck, dear. I’m talking to you from the bathroom, where Doc can’t hear me. I need Andrea to come up here and help me while I get my hair and makeup done and dress for the wedding. And I need you and Michelle to babysit Doc. The groom isn’t supposed to see the bride until we arrive at the church, you know. It’s supposed to be bad luck.”
    “Okay,” Hannah said, wondering why her mother was suddenly superstitious. “I’ll tell Andrea you need her, but what do you want Michelle and I to do with Doc?”
    “Take him out somewhere. Or better yet, tell him you’re hungry and you want to go out for something to eat before the ceremony. He’ll go for that.”
    “Why don’t I just tell him that you think it’s bad luck for him to see you before the wedding?”
    “Don’t do that!” Delores sounded panic-stricken. “He’ll think I’m being silly and tease me about it.”
    “All right, Mother.” Hannah caved in. After all, it was her mother’s wedding day. “I’ll knock on Andrea and Michelle’s door and get them in on it. Do you want us to come to your room and get Doc?”
    “Good idea. We’re in the bridal suite. It’s on the top floor. Just get your sisters and come right up. I can’t even unpack my suitcase with Doc here. There are just so many superstitions involved in a wedding. For all I know, that could be bad luck, too.”
    “You’re not going to have bad luck, Mother. You’re marrying Doc and that means you’ll have good luck for the rest of your life.”
    “Don’t say that! You might jinx me!”
    Hannah laughed. “All right, I won’t say it again. I’ll just get the girls and we’ll be right up.”
     
    “I was getting a little hungry, too,” Doc said, taking the last bite of his burger. “And these are really good. What do they call these again?”
    “Burger Dogs,” Michelle answered. “I talked to the guy in the kitchen and he said they were his idea. When his kids were small, they could never make up their minds whether they wanted him to grill hamburgers or hot dogs so he decided to combine the two.”
    “I think I could make these,” Hannah said. And then she turned to Michelle. “And I think Lonnie could, too. We’ll have to work on it when we get home. They’d be a