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married to Ray Blake, I’d take
every trip that I could afford, too.
“We’re thinking
of touring rural Italy this time,” she said rather wistfully. “Or perhaps Scotland. We’re not sure yet.”
“Well, wherever
you end up, I’m sure that it will be lovely,” I said. “Shall I get us some coffee? It’s bound to be ready by now.”
“Thank you, but I
must be going,” Sharon said. “Emma,
you’re free to stay behind if you’d like.”
“I appreciate the
offer, but I think I’ll tag along with you.” As I stood and showed them out, Emma
hugged me. “I’m glad to have you
back, Suzanne.”
“Even if it means
that you’re back on dish duty?” I asked her with a laugh.
“You know
me. I’m always ready for some solitude,
some suds, and some songs,” she said, grinning.
“Then you’ll get
more than your share of all three tomorrow,” I promised.
I just hoped that
I could follow through on it. When
I was in the midst of a murder investigation, I wasn’t always the most present
owner of my donut shop, but I tried my best to be there when the doors of Donut
Hearts were open.
“See you in the
morning,” Emma said, and she and her mother headed for the door.
“Would you like
to sleep in?”
“Do you mean all
day?” she asked me.
“I was thinking
more like an extra hour,” I replied.
“Sold,” she
said. “See you then.”
After they were
gone, I decided to have that cup of coffee and curl up on the sofa by the
fire. Paris had been lovely, but in
the end, there was no place like home, and I had someone to share it with now
that I loved more than anyone else in the world.
Ten minutes
later, I glanced at the clock and saw that it was nearing time to eat. Was there a chance that Jake would make
it back to join me? There was only
one way to find out.
I grabbed my
cellphone and called him.
“Hey, I miss
you,” I said when he answered, though I hadn’t known that I was going to say
that until I’d blurted it out.
“I miss you,
too. Paris seems pretty far away
right now, doesn’t it?”
“We could always
go back,” I said with a grin.
“We could, but it
wouldn’t be the same,” Jake replied.
“Why, because I
wouldn’t have my inheritance from my aunt to blow on the trip?” I asked him
with a laugh.
“No, it’s because
it wouldn’t be our honeymoon the next time,” Jake said simply.
It was quite a
romantic thing to say, even if it had been delivered matter-of-factly.
“Agreed. Is there any chance you’ll make it back
to the cottage for dinner? I’m
here, and I’m getting a little hungry.”
“Are you and
Grace back in town already? How did
it go in Granite Meadows?”
“It’s too
involved to go into over the phone,” I said. “What about dinner?”
“I’m starving,”
he admitted. “Whatever leftovers
you can find in the fridge will be good enough for me. I’m not all that picky.”
“You know that I
can’t resist a man who has a low bar,” I said. “Let me see what I can whip up.”
“See you soon,”
he said, and then, almost as an afterthought, he added, “Love you.”
“Love you, too,”
I said, warm from the recitation.
I poked my head
into the fridge and was happy to find that Momma had used her key while we’d
been gone, leaving us her famous ground chicken casserole. I heated the oven and popped it in, and
just as the timer went off signaling that it was ready to eat, Jake walked in.
“Perfect timing,”
I said as I kissed my new husband.
“Sometimes it’s
better to be lucky than good,” he said, and then he took a deep breath and
smiled. “Did your mother stop by?”
“Not
recently. She must have loaded our
fridge while we were gone.”
“It appears that
I’ve won the lottery for mothers-in-law,” Jake said with a smile, and then he
wrapped me up in his arms. “I
didn’t do too badly in the wife one, either.”
“Flattery will
get you
every trip that I could afford, too.
“We’re thinking
of touring rural Italy this time,” she said rather wistfully. “Or perhaps Scotland. We’re not sure yet.”
“Well, wherever
you end up, I’m sure that it will be lovely,” I said. “Shall I get us some coffee? It’s bound to be ready by now.”
“Thank you, but I
must be going,” Sharon said. “Emma,
you’re free to stay behind if you’d like.”
“I appreciate the
offer, but I think I’ll tag along with you.” As I stood and showed them out, Emma
hugged me. “I’m glad to have you
back, Suzanne.”
“Even if it means
that you’re back on dish duty?” I asked her with a laugh.
“You know
me. I’m always ready for some solitude,
some suds, and some songs,” she said, grinning.
“Then you’ll get
more than your share of all three tomorrow,” I promised.
I just hoped that
I could follow through on it. When
I was in the midst of a murder investigation, I wasn’t always the most present
owner of my donut shop, but I tried my best to be there when the doors of Donut
Hearts were open.
“See you in the
morning,” Emma said, and she and her mother headed for the door.
“Would you like
to sleep in?”
“Do you mean all
day?” she asked me.
“I was thinking
more like an extra hour,” I replied.
“Sold,” she
said. “See you then.”
After they were
gone, I decided to have that cup of coffee and curl up on the sofa by the
fire. Paris had been lovely, but in
the end, there was no place like home, and I had someone to share it with now
that I loved more than anyone else in the world.
Ten minutes
later, I glanced at the clock and saw that it was nearing time to eat. Was there a chance that Jake would make
it back to join me? There was only
one way to find out.
I grabbed my
cellphone and called him.
“Hey, I miss
you,” I said when he answered, though I hadn’t known that I was going to say
that until I’d blurted it out.
“I miss you,
too. Paris seems pretty far away
right now, doesn’t it?”
“We could always
go back,” I said with a grin.
“We could, but it
wouldn’t be the same,” Jake replied.
“Why, because I
wouldn’t have my inheritance from my aunt to blow on the trip?” I asked him
with a laugh.
“No, it’s because
it wouldn’t be our honeymoon the next time,” Jake said simply.
It was quite a
romantic thing to say, even if it had been delivered matter-of-factly.
“Agreed. Is there any chance you’ll make it back
to the cottage for dinner? I’m
here, and I’m getting a little hungry.”
“Are you and
Grace back in town already? How did
it go in Granite Meadows?”
“It’s too
involved to go into over the phone,” I said. “What about dinner?”
“I’m starving,”
he admitted. “Whatever leftovers
you can find in the fridge will be good enough for me. I’m not all that picky.”
“You know that I
can’t resist a man who has a low bar,” I said. “Let me see what I can whip up.”
“See you soon,”
he said, and then, almost as an afterthought, he added, “Love you.”
“Love you, too,”
I said, warm from the recitation.
I poked my head
into the fridge and was happy to find that Momma had used her key while we’d
been gone, leaving us her famous ground chicken casserole. I heated the oven and popped it in, and
just as the timer went off signaling that it was ready to eat, Jake walked in.
“Perfect timing,”
I said as I kissed my new husband.
“Sometimes it’s
better to be lucky than good,” he said, and then he took a deep breath and
smiled. “Did your mother stop by?”
“Not
recently. She must have loaded our
fridge while we were gone.”
“It appears that
I’ve won the lottery for mothers-in-law,” Jake said with a smile, and then he
wrapped me up in his arms. “I
didn’t do too badly in the wife one, either.”
“Flattery will
get you
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