Miss Frost Ices The Imp: A Nocturne Falls Mystery (Jayne Frost Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page A

my sugar. The cinnamon bun isn’t for me, though. It’s for Juniper. Who can also handle her sugar.” Juniper might have said she didn’t want anything, but I knew her well enough to know she wouldn’t turn down a cinnamon bun from Mummy’s. “I owe her after she took me to this great estate sale this morning.”
    “Oh? Did some shopping, did you?”
    I sipped my Dr Pepper. “I did. Got some great stuff for my place. That’s part of why I asked you to breakfast.”
    “Did you buy me a present now?”
    I narrowed my eyes at him, my mouth pursed in mock judgment. “Are you saying my company isn’t already a gift?”
    He laughed. “It’s all I could ever want and more.”
    “Good answer. I was actually hoping you might know who lived at the house that was holding the sale. It’s that Victorian with the turret on Phantom Lane. The one with the big wraparound front porch.”
    He smirked. “That describes almost all the houses on Phantom Lane. That whole neighborhood is old Victorians. But I know the one you mean, since the only one for sale recently was the Greshams’ place. What do you need to know about them?”
    I kept my voice low. “Were they supernaturals?”
    He hesitated. “After a fashion.”
    “What’s that mean?”
    “She did some card reading on the side, but it wasn’t anything serious. More of a party trick, really. But he was a psychometrist.”
    I scrunched up my face in confusion. “Translation?”
    Greyson put his hands out in front of him like he was holding something. “Roger Gresham claimed he could read objects. Tell you a thing’s history just by touching it. True or not, it’s what drove the success of their shop.”
    “Their shop?” As suspected, my favorite vampire was a wealth of information.
    “They had a curiosity shop here in town. Then, about a year ago, he apparently fell in love with another woman, filed for divorce, and left town with his new flame for life in Sedona, Arizona. Francine was heartbroken and closed the business down. But the house only went up for sale a few months ago.”
    Greyson leaned in. “I think too, that without Roger to read objects, the shop lost some of its appeal. Or maybe Francine just didn’t have it in her to be surrounded by all those things that reminded her of the man who’d broken her heart. Either way, she’s become a bit of a recluse lately. On a rare occasion, you might see her at the Shop-n-Save, but that’s it. Otherwise, she rarely leaves that house. But I guess she must be moving now that the house has sold.”
    I nodded. “Everything inside looked pretty much packed up. Where was their store?”
    “Their old shop was where Delaney’s Delectables is now. It housed an insurance agency briefly, but they moved to a larger space and then it sat empty until Delaney took it over.”
    “Huh.” I sat back. “I love that place, so I can’t say I wish the Greshams still had their shop, but it’s so sad that her husband did that to her.” I knew what it was like to feel betrayed by a man. Even if that betrayal had really been a big mix-up. Still, I crossed my arms and narrowed my gaze. “ Men .”
    His brows lifted. “Am I being included in that scurrilous company?”
    I smiled. “No. But I’m keeping my eye on you.”
    He grinned. “A lad can dream.”
    “How do you know all this?”
    He flashed a smile. “Birdie Caruthers, the sheriff’s aunt. She’s also the receptionist at the sheriff’s department and I help out with events once in a while. Crowd control, that sort of thing. Birdie likes me. And she likes to talk.”
    What woman didn’t like him? Besides Juniper. “And you obviously like to listen.”
    His smile stayed put. “Information is a powerful thing.”
    “True enough.”
    The server returned with our monstrous plates of food, and we spent the next few minutes attacking it. Well, I attacked. Greyson ate with gusto, but only one of us ended up with syrup in their hair. And it wasn’t him. In my