Wicked Whoopie Pies by Addison Moore (english novels to improve english TXT) 📕

food. And don’t look at me crooked, Lot. You own half this town no thanks to Nell. We’ll have the Honey Pot Diner cater and the Cutie Pie will provide dessert.”

“That’s fine by me,” I say. “Just tell me when and where.”

A pair of familiar faces strides up—Keelie, my blonde bestie, and her husband, Bear Fisher, and in Keelie’s arms is her nine-month-old son, baby Bear, looking as stern as ever. Little Bear, much like the older version, is all boy. I should know. I dated the older version all through high school.

Keelie bumps her hip to mine. “We could have the celebration at Grandma Nell’s old place.”

“You mean…?” I don’t dare finish the question. Bear has been working on rebuilding the house for a small eternity now. Nell was my grandmother, too, but I didn’t know it until she died. We were very close, though. And we shared the same supernatural quirk—seeing the dead. That all might play into why she left me just about all of her real estate holdings in her will. And come to find out, her old moldy home was one of them—the mold was the reason it needed to be knocked down to the studs.

“That’s right.” Keelie nods wildly. “Grandma Nell’s house is turnkey!” She looks at Carlotta. “That means you can move back in!”

A cheer breaks out, with mine being the loudest and the longest. Carlotta has been living with me for so long now that I can’t remember what life was like without her. Peaceful, I’m assuming.

Mom raises a hand. “You don’t want all these people trampling around in a brand new house. You’ll have your party at the B&B, Harry. Lottie already has so much to do with the new baby. Hosting a party will only add to the madness.”

“Then it’s settled,” Mayor Nash says. “The B&B it is. More details to come.” He takes off for the dessert table and Carlotta scowls at me before taking off in that direction as well.

Kelleth and Aspen mumble something about seeing me at the party and quickly magnetize to my sweet treats as if they were in a trance.

Finn pulls Charlie in on one side of him and me on the other. “Now I’ve got two favorite sisters,” he teases. “Just don’t tell my other sisters,” he whispers and Charlie and I share a laugh—first one ever and I quickly sober up as if I’ve done something wrong.

Finn nods to Noah and Everett. “Good show up there today.”

Noah ticks his head to the side. “I’d say we polarized the congregation.”

Finn shakes his head. “I don’t think so. From what I hear? They’ve been coming to blows for the last few months trying to decide on a new head pastor. Ever since that debacle about a year ago, they’ve been bouncing back and forth between Pastor Cleary and Pastor Dave. The old guard versus the new. There’s a pretty sharp divide brewing here. I should know, Britney and I have been coming every week.”

Britney is Noah’s ex-wife and she happens to be dating Finn. It’s been on and off, but I’m glad to hear they’re back on track. When Britney first came into town, she wanted Noah back, but that didn’t work out. Brit and I are friends now and she happens to own the Swift Cycle Gym across the street from my bakery. After she gets her clientele good and sweaty, she sends them my way to replenish their calories, and that basically keeps both of our businesses up and running.

Finn waves at someone at the other end of the refreshment table and I see Brit calling him over.

“Excuse me,” he says. “Beauty calls.” He shakes his head at Noah. “Dude, how do you let all the best women slip right through your fingers?” He pats him on the back. “But Everett and I don’t feel too sorry for you. I bet you’ve got all the single ladies lining up trying to snag you for themselves,” he teases as he takes off and Noah growls in his wake.

“He’s got a point,” Everett says as he rocks Lyla Nell. “Your loss is our gain.”

“So you’re single?” Charlie slithers up with her eyes spinning as if they were about to land on the Noah Fox jackpot.

“He’s not single,” I’m quick to point out to my seemingly opportunist look-alike. “But his brother, Alex, is.”

“That’s not true,” Lainey pipes up while swallowing down a bite of a strawberry whoopie pie. “Alex is dating Serena Digby, so technically, Noah is the only single Fox in town.”

I take a moment to glare over at my older, not wiser sister.

Charlie bubbles with a laugh as she curls up to Noah. “Well then, Mr. Fox. I can’t wait to get to know you better.”

Noah’s dimples go off. “I’m afraid Lottie is right. I’m not on the market. She’s still got my heart.”

“Well, I’ve got her face.” Charlie shrugs. “But I can tell that won’t make an iota of a difference. Boy, Lottie, Cormack was right. You really have locked up all the good ones for yourself.”

Cormack would be Cormack Featherby, the woman who once infamously stepped between Noah and Everett. But that was way back in high school. I’ve taken on that coveted role at present. Noah and Everett were once stepbrothers for a few years back as well while Noah’s father tried to fleece Everett’s wealthy mother for all she was worth. Cormack was Everett’s girlfriend at the time, and Noah thought it was a good idea to swipe Cormack out from under his new stepbrother and he’s been regretting it ever since.

“Charlie, Cormack is obsessed with Noah,” I tell her. “And she’s got ten screws loose. I beg of you not to listen to a thing she has to say.” It’s no wonder Cormack has been giving Charlie an earful. My mother has invited Charlie to stay at her B&B as long as she likes—in her half of the B&B, that is.

What was once the Honey Hollow Bed and