When Olivia Quinn fled Boston after a public culinary disaster, she came to Lenox, Massachusetts set on living a quiet simple life making cheese on a dairy farm, not to defend the obnoxious but handsome baker Pierre when he is accused of murdering his business partner.
Now it's up to Olivia to seek the truth and nothing, not the silver-tongued deputy, not the bitter barista, not the fed up ski resort manager, nor disagreeable cows, is going to stop her!
The Scenic Route Bakery is the best bakery and cafe in the Berkshires. It's such an easily verifiable fact that all one must do is type bakery and Berkshires into Google and Yelp will tell you that only fools go anywhere other than the Scenic Route. Their pancakes are better than sex, or so I'm told since I can't remember the last time that I... never mind.
It's a good bakery is what I'm saying.
The problem with Scenic Route is Pierre. Pierre is the head baker and co-owner of the Scenic Route. Last time I made a delivery here it ended with me pouring a gallon of maple syrup on his head. I took calming breaths as I drove down Main Street.
Pierre was waiting outside the delivery door when I pulled up. He was six foot nine and rail thin. His hands and arms were corded with muscle, which I could see because he did not acknowledge the cold. Occasionally, he would wear a baker’s coat un-buttoned, but that day he wore, as usual, a t-shirt with an insulting French phrase, that I did not understand and instantly disliked. His eyes lit up when I got out.
"Allo, allo, allo, my beautiful fromagere. You could not keep away from me any longer, yes?" He didn’t take hints well.
"No," I said. "I'm only here because of my cows."
"How can you deny the passion that you have for me, mon cher. Our bodies would burn with—" I dropped the first box of the shipment on the icy sidewalk — that he didn't salt— and then I put the second box on top of that. I crossed my arms and leaned against the truck. Let him get it himself.
It began to slide towards the street, very slowly.
"Le fromage!" He leapt forward to catch it, but his feet skidded out from under him, sending careening toward the street.
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