The Tea Shop on Lavender Lane (Life in Icicle Falls) Read Online Free PDF Page A

someone incompetent,” Bailey pushed. “And you know you can’t believe everything you read in the Star Reporter. ”
    “I know. It’s just that, well, uh, Amora’s having labor pains, and we’re not sure if she’ll even be around for the party tomorrow.”
    “I thought she wasn’t due for another two months.”
    “They’re premature.”
    Right.
    “I’d better go,” Melinda said. She ended the call before Bailey could say anything more.
    Bailey looked around her rented commercial kitchen at the piles of fruit, waiting to get made into salad, the fresh herbs, the half-decorated little cakes, and burst into tears. And then she called her big sister.
    Samantha answered on the first ring. “How are you doing?”
    “Horrible,” Bailey sobbed. “I lost my last client.”
    “Okay, that’s it, end of story. You’re coming home.”
    “I can’t afford to come home.” She also couldn’t afford rent. Or food. Heck, she couldn’t afford to breathe.
    “Oh, yes, you can,” Samantha said briskly. “I’m going online and buying you a ticket. You can stay with Cec.”
    That was her big sister, making decisions for everyone. It was in Samantha’s nature to take charge.
    But that was exactly what Bailey needed right now. It seemed she was no longer able to run her own life.
    “I’ll call Cec. You start packing. Okay?”
    Bailey had so wanted to make a success of her catering business. She’d had everything all planned. She’d begin as a caterer to the stars and move from there into having her own restaurant and becoming a star herself, a celebrity chef with restaurants in L.A. and Vegas. That dream was dead.
    “We’ve all missed you,” Samantha said. “You belong in Icicle Falls. Come home.”
    Home. Suddenly, that was the sweetest word in the English language. Her family would dress her emotional wounds with encouragement and wrap her in love, and she desperately needed a dose of love.
    She sure wasn’t feeling it in L.A. “Get me out of here as soon as you can,” she said. Dorothy was right. There was no place like home, and the sooner Bailey got there, the happier she’d be.
    * * *
    “Todd, I don’t know what we’d do without you,” Millie Halverson said, handing Todd a glass of iced tea.
    He took it and wiped his sweaty brow. “Aw, Mrs. H., there you go, swelling my head again.”
    “I don’t think that’s possible,” the old woman said with a smile. “I really do appreciate you coming over to help me. That lawn is too much for me with my darned hip.”
    Not just the lawn—the whole house, he thought, but he didn’t say anything. Sadly, the time would come soon enough when the Halversons would have to admit defeat and give up the place. And now that her husband had had a stroke, Todd expected it was imminent. So far, the Halversons had been holding on with all their might.
    He didn’t blame them. It was a great old place. And talk about a perfect location. The house was on a street that was now zoned commercial, and it sat right around the corner from the block the locals called Foodie Paradise, which housed everything from Sweet Dreams Chocolates and a spice shop to Bavarian Brews, the town’s favorite coffee shop.
    Once upon a time this had been a neighborhood filled with families raising their children, but the families had moved on. Some had left during the years the town was struggling economically; others had relocated farther out when Icicle Falls began to prosper, building bigger houses in other parts of town, selling their places to businesspeople anxious to open shops and take advantage of the tourist boom.
    Like his house, this one had been around for at least a century and was showing its age. Over the past couple of years, since he’d gotten to know the couple, he’d done some minor repairs, but the kitchen needed updating and the whole place needed painting. Although Todd had offered to do that, Millie and Mike had declined. He suspected it was because of money and had