Free The Last Word (A Books by the Bay Mystery) by Ellery Adams

covered the deck. Thousands of tiny white electric lights shone down from the trellis’s frame and would compete with the stars on clear summer nights.
    At one end, a fiddler was swaying on the balls of his feet while a young woman bobbed her head in time with the music. The fiddler dipped his chin her way, and she lifted a pennywhistle and effortlessly fell into harmony with his jaunty tune.
    The Bayside Book Writers, seated at a large picnic table in the center of the deck, began to clap, and the musicians responded to their encouragement by putting even more energy into the song.
    “Welcome aboard!” Millay shouted. She rose to her feet and saluted Olivia with a glass of beer. Haviland darted toward the table, clearly hoping to escape the high pitch of the pennywhistle. The lucky poodle was greeted warmly by Laurel, who slipped him something under the table and stroked his black fur.
    “I kind of feel like we’re embarking on an ocean voyage,” Laurel said. “A feast before we set off to raid and pillage.”
    Harris gestured at Rawlings with a king crab claw. “Sounds like your book, Chief.”
    “Congratulations, Olivia.” Rawlings also stood and gave her a warm smile. “This place is going to be a hit.”
    At that moment, Hudson walked onto the deck carrying a pair of oval platters filled with crab cakes, lobster tail, and fried shrimp. Kim followed behind bearing a bowl of cheese grits and a basket of hushpuppies.
    “Caitlyn’s eating in the kitchen,” Kim whispered in Olivia’s ear. “Too many people for her liking.”
    “I’ll bring Haviland back to keep her company,” Olivia replied and then indicated the food-laden table. “I take it this impromptu party is your idea.”
    Kim shrugged, her face pink with happiness. “What better way to test the kitchen before the big day?”
    Rawlings pulled out the chair placed at the end of the table and bowed gallantly at Olivia. Their eyes met, and as always, Olivia found it difficult to look away. “Thank you,” she said as he laid a napkin on her lap and then let his fingertips linger on the nape of her neck long enough to send a shiver down her spine.
    Millay handed her a glass of beer. “A toast to vats of melted butter and food you can hit with a hammer!”
    The company shouted a hearty, “Here! Here!” and then eagerly began to pass dishes around the table.
    Olivia waited until she’d had her fill of scallops tossed in a Parmesan cream sauce, Creole-style crab cakes, and Hudson’s homemade slaw before taking Haviland into the kitchen. “Someone wanted to see you,” she told Caitlyn. “Do you think there are any leftovers for a hungry poodle?”
    Caitlyn nodded shyly. “I could fix him something.”
    “That would be splendid. No shrimp though. Too many of those aren’t good for his tummy.” Olivia walked around the kitchen, newly christened with dirty pots, remnants of steam, and a blend of scents, the most notable being crabmeat and cayenne.
    Hudson had made the entire meal himself, and Olivia was impressed by his versatility. She was also relieved that she’d trusted her instincts in offering him the manager’s job, but he told her that he was meant to wear an apron, not a jacket and tie. He’d hired several assistant cooks but told her that he planned to be in the kitchen as much as possible.
    “I can run the place a helluva lot better from behind a stove,” he’d said. “If the food isn’t right, folks won’t come back. Kim’ll do the books. She can’t boil an egg, but she’s got a good head for numbers.”
    “Can she handle that responsibility with a newborn at home?” Olivia had asked.
    “She’s juggled more than that before. We’ll make this place our second home, you’ll see.” Hudson had put a hand on her shoulder to reinforce his point, and for once, Olivia backed down. She could tell that her brother and his wife were completely dedicated to seeing that The Bayside Crab House was a success.
    So far, Kim had