The New York Times bestselling author of A Gala Event returns with newlyweds Meg and Seth Chapin who should be worried about writing thank you notes, not taking a juicy bite out of crime...   With the bushels of time they spent organizing their wedding, Meg and Seth didn’t have a chance to plan a honeymoon. But now that winter has arrived, there’s not much to do at the orchard. So with their shared love of history and all things apple, they pick Thomas Jefferson’s orchards at Monticello as the perfect getaway.   While they enjoy the beautiful sights, there’s a rotten addition to the agenda when Meg’s parents discover their handyman dead in the backyard. With a bitter police chief eyeing Meg’s father as a suspect, Meg and Seth have to cut their honeymoon short to find the root of the problem.     Includes Delicious Recipes Praise for the New York Times bestselling Orchard Mysteries   “[A] sleuth with a bushelful of entertaining problems.”—Claudia Bishop, bestselling author of the Hemlock Falls Mysteries   “Connolly’s writing style brings the reader into the sights, scents, and sounds of a small town.”—Open Book Society   “An example of everything that is right with the cozy mystery.”—Lesa’s Book Critiques Sheila Connolly is the New York Times bestselling, Anthony and Agatha award–nominated author of the Orchard Mysteries, the Museum Mysteries, and the County Cork Mysteries. She has taught art history, structured and marketed municipal bonds for major cities, worked as a staff member on two statewide political campaigns, and served as a fundraiser for several nonprofit organizations. She also managed her own consulting company, providing genealogical research services. In addition to genealogy, Sheila loves restoring old houses, visiting cemeteries, and traveling. Now a full-time writer, she thinks writing mysteries is a lot more fun than any of her previous occupations. She is married and has one daughter and three cats. 1 "Good morning, Mrs. Chapin." Meg was awakened by the sound of Seth's voice, followed quickly by the smell of coffee. "And good morning to you, Mr. Chapin." Meg pried her eyes open. Seth set the coffee mug down on the table next to Meg, then settled himself beside her on the bed, plumping several pillows behind him. "How're you feeling?" he asked. "I'm feeling great. Why? Should I be hungover? Or should I be thinking to myself, what have I done? How do I get out of this?" "I withdraw the question," Seth said hastily, "if that's the way you're thinking." "Don't worry. I never drink too much, and we're both mature adults and we had plenty of time to think about what we were doing when we decided to get married. We've got plenty of time to regret it later." "I guess that's encouraging. So, what now?" Meg pulled herself up to the same level, rearranging her pillows, and took a long swallow of coffee. "Now as in this minute? Today? This week? This month?" "Any and all of the above. We were so busy trying to plan this wedding, and helping Aaron out of the mess he was in, and worrying about Rachel and the baby, that we kind of ignored something obvious." "And that would be?" Meg asked, although she had a pretty good idea what he was talking about. "A honeymoon." She was right. "Ah yes, that. Do we want one?" "Don't you?" Seth asked, almost plaintively. She reflected. Some time alone with just Seth? No chores that needed to be attended to in the orchard. No family demands (although she was quite fond of her new mother-in-law). No interruptions. It was tempting. "I guess I do. Did you have something in mind?" "Well, I've pretty much rejected a glitzy package in Las Vegas." "Good thinking-that's not our style." Seth rolled over to face her. "Look, we've got a week or two free from our own work. Okay, it's winter, and that's not the best time of year for sightseeing. But on the other hand, there are fewer annoying tourists around, and it's easier to book places. We'll just wear a lot of warm clothes." "So no tropical islands? Foreign countries?" "Uh, no? Why? Is that what you want?" "No! My skin doesn't handle sunbathing on beaches well. And foreign travel, much as I love it, is just too complicated right now. Hold that thought for some later time." "Okay," Seth said amiably. "So we've decided to stay in this country and not on a beach. Fly or drive?" "Flying's complicated, too. But do you know, we've never taken a long road trip together? Unless you count Vermont, and that was only a couple of hours." "Did I meet your standards?" "For a couple of hours," Meg said, smiling. "Beyond that I can't say. What's your limit?" "If we want to enjoy ourselves and see something other than highways? Maybe two hours at a stretch. Four or five over a day, if it's broken up in the middle. You want me to drive? You want to drive? You want to split it?" "I call navigator," Meg replied. "I love reading maps." "You do know they invented the GPS," Seth reminded h