CHAPTER TEN
“KELLY, WHAT DO you think?” Phoebe called out to her as the last customer cleared the door, and Kelly was able to turn the lock.
Turning, Kelly stopped abruptly, eyes wide as she stared at her boss. The sixty-one-year-old owner of Murphy’s Tea Shop stood there, her hair up in a tight bun with pencils sticking out of both sides, fake glasses resting on the bridge of her nose. She wore a white dress shirt, unbuttoned enough to reveal the ample cleavage of what she advertised and a plaid skirt that almost gave away all her secrets. She had on white thigh-high socks and a pair of shiny, black three-inch heels. “I hope this isn’t the new uniform,” Kelly said, at a loss as to what else to say concerning the schoolgirl look on the older woman.
Phoebe laughed. “What? You don’t think
