A Deadly Cliche (A Books by the Bay Mystery)

trace of warm apples and nutmeg. Haviland raised his snout high and sniffed eagerly, but the lingering scent of braised lamb chops refused to materialize into lunch.
    “I’ll whip you up some meat and veggies in a bit, Captain. I’ve got the budget to balance and this week’s menu to review first.”
    Haviland snorted, displeased to be at the mercy of the whims of his mistress. To illustrate his unhappiness, he refused to keep her company by curling up on the plush dog bed in her office. Instead, he trotted through the kitchen into the lounge and stretched out at the foot of the baby grand. The two companions ignored one another for the better part of an hour before a knock on the rear door startled Haviland into a frenzy of barking.
    Assuming that a deliveryman had confused the days of the week, Olivia looked through the door’s peephole and then turned to the poodle. “It’s okay, Captain. It’s Laurel.”
    Olivia opened the door and stepped aside to let Laurel in. “This is a surprise. How did you ever find me here?”
    Laurel pushed a tendril of damp hair from her cheek and blushed prettily. “I’ve been stalking you since this morning. I drove to your house and then cruised through town, hoping to spot your Range Rover. When I couldn’t find your car anywhere, I decided I had nothing to lose by coming to the restaurant. Steve and the twins are at a Labor Day moon bounce party, so I have about twenty minutes left before I have to be back.”
    “Has something happened?” Olivia led her friend through the kitchen and into the bar. “Do I need to start pouring?”
    Laurel waved off the suggestion. “No, it’s nothing like that! I wouldn’t have bothered you at all, but you’re the only woman I’m close to who actually enjoys her work. My other friends prefer to shop, and cook, and do crafty stuff at home . . .” She sighed and pointed at one of the leather club chairs. “Can we sit down?”
    Unaccustomed to social visits at the restaurant, Olivia recovered her manners and offered Laurel her pick of refreshments, but the younger woman was only interested in capturing Olivia’s full attention. “I woke up this morning and realized I don’t like being at home all the time anymore. Actually, I feel a little trapped, and what I want, well . . . I want a job!”
    “Here?” Olivia was dumbfounded.
    “ No! ” Laurel hastily replied. “No offense, but I’m done with waitressing! I worked at a Mulligans to help pay for college. I will never wear suspenders again!” She covered her collarbone with her hands as though to assure herself that the offensive accessory was no longer present.
    Olivia gave a soft laugh. “What job would you like?”
    “I want to apply for the part-time writer position advertised in yesterday’s paper.” Laurel’s light blue eyes twinkled. “I saw the ad and figured, why wait to become a published writer? I can start small, gain experience, and build a writing résumé. I used to write for my high school paper and I loved it!”
    Olivia was impressed. “Sounds like a good opportunity. So what’s the quandary?”
    Turning pink with embarrassment, Laurel fiddled with the ends of her ponytail. “Steve doesn’t support my decision to work part-time and frankly, neither do my in-laws.”
    “I thought they moved to Oyster Bay to help you with the twins. Let them watch the boys while you work.”
    Laurel smirked. “If you count buying the most expensive and noisy toys known to man, feeding them junk food, and keeping them up past their bedtime ‘helping,’ then they’re doing more than enough, thank you very much!” She shook her head, ashamed of her outburst. “Oh my, that sounds so ungrateful, but whenever I want to do something for myself, they get really busy all of a sudden. If Steve wants to go out, then they’re over in a flash, hands filled with choking hazard toys and snacks made of twelve different kinds of sugar. But they never want to babysit if it means I get to do something just for me.”
    Olivia was at a loss. She’d never had problems like Laurel’s. She didn’t have children, a husband, or in-laws. Still, her employees often came to her seeking advice concerning personal problems and she always listened intently and gave them honest counsel. Though she was unskilled at delivering her recommendations with gentleness, she made up for her directness with sincerity. In Laurel’s case, Olivia decided to be as forthright as always.
    “If you