Page 13 of Lakehouse Mistletoe
She grabbed her clipboard so she could start making notes.
The cell phone rang, and she pulled it out of her apron.
“Laurel Cove Bed and Breakfast. How may I help you?” She kept her tone cheerful
“I was wondering if you have availability for two nights?” The man with a deep voice gave her the dates he needed.
She bit her lip. “Please hold.” She headed into the office and sat down at the computer. She pulled up the reservation screen. She keyed in the dates.
“We have a room available for those dates.”
He sighed with relief. “I’ll take it.” He gave her his name and credit card information.
“Thank you, Mr. Sykes. So just to confirm, it’s just you in the room?”
He cleared his throat. “Yes, just me.”
She smiled. “I have you down. Check in is after three and check out time is eleven.”
After the call ended, she studied the calendar. With the new guest, that would make a total of three for Thanksgiving dinner.
If she were going to pull that off, she was going to have to plan everything down to the last detail.
She glanced at the time.
She needed to go ahead and plan a grocery list for Thanksgiving as well as breakfast.
Pulling up her recipe board on Pinterest she quickly made a list of ingredients. She would make a quick trip to town and be back before checkout time.
Chapter 9
Helen grabbed a cart as soon as she entered the grocery store. The store was crowded with people gathering groceries for their Thanksgiving feast. Glancing down at her list, she headed down the first aisle. She efficiently added items to her cart and checked them off her list.
She stopped at the wall of stacked canned pumpkin. She didn’t remember if she’d seen any in the pantry. She promptly grabbed three to be on the safe side.
She added it in her cart next to the large sack of potatoes and carton of fresh cranberries. If she didn’t use them all for pumpkin pie, she could use them to make pumpkin bread for breakfast.
Helen looked at her list. She needed spices!
The bed and breakfast had next to none. It wasn’t exactly surprising the last caretaker of the bed and breakfast never cooked.
She glanced at the time on her phone and turned onto the next aisle.
She nearly ran into a man reaching for a bag of coffee beans.
“I’m so sorry.” She pressed her hand to her mouth.
The man looked up and smiled. “Helen, right? Hello again.” It was Oliver from the restaurant. He was slightly windblown and holding a basket with coffee beans and apples.
She nodded and relaxed. “Yes. Great memory. Oliver, right?”
He nodded and glanced into her cart. “Are you sure that turkey will be thawed in time to cook?”
She grinned. “I plan on putting it in a cold bath to quickly thaw.”
His eyebrows shot up. “I’ve heard of that but never actually tried it. I’ll have to remember that.”
Her phone dinged and she dug it out of her purse. “Excuse me.” She quickly read the text from Kacey, and gasped.
