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door and gather the rest of her things. Josh didn’t blame her. “You need to stop scaring town residents, Abby.”
“You don’t know what that spoon is capable of!”
“It’s a blue mixing spoon. The only magical thing that maybe it’s capable of is predicting the true love for the bachelorettes in this town. Now drop it.” He turned to Rachel. “Sorry about all of this. Should we tackle the other side of town? Maybe grab coffee?”
“Actually . . .” Rachel looked down at her watch. “I forgot I have an appointment to get to. I should go before I’m late. It was really great catching up with you, Josh.” She rose on her tippy toes and kissed him on the cheek, which he was all but sure was for Caitlin’s benefit. “Bye, Abby,” she said, ignoring Caitlin.
Josh watched as Rachel raced across the street, rubbing his face with the back of his knuckle. How much lipstick was his cheek going to wear today?
“Really, Josh,” Caitlin snapped, adjusting the black sunglasses on her head.
“What?”
“You haven’t even seen your kids yet, but you made time to stroll around town with Rachel.” Caitlin turned to Abby, not waiting for him to respond. “There’s something I need to show you.” She opened the front glass door, motioning for Josh to join them. “You should come, too.”
While Josephine busied herself in the front office, Caitlin led Abby and Josh through the lobby. It’d been years since he’d been inside. As a shy teenager, he used to love to dive into a bucket of buttered popcorn and watch some of the classics they showed.
“Wow, this place hasn’t changed at all.” The last time he’d been in here he’d come home from college to see Emma’s performance in the high school musical Bye Bye Birdie . His driving seven hours in a snow storm from Johns Hopkins in Baltimore to make it in time for the curtain to open had nothing to do with Caitlin having the lead role. At least that had been his story to his suspicious sister.
“Follow me.” Caitlin turned down the narrow corridor that led to the theater’s large auditorium. “So, the other day, Bridget and I were helping Josephine bring some bags inside, and she invited us to take a look around.” She pointed to the wall filled with pictures. “There’s a photograph hanging up of a woman carrying a box like the one that was in Brandon’s inn.”
“The one we found on New Year’s Eve?” Abby asked, eyes widening.
“Yes, exactly like it.” Caitlin paused. “I mean. It’s a black-and-white photo, but I swear it’s the box.”
“The one the blue mixing spoon came in?” Josh asked.
Caitlin stopped, eying him. “You’ve seen the box?”
“Emma and Abby showed it to me last night.”
“Was that before or after you called me a tramp in front of all the customers in the Buttermilk Tavern?” she challenged him, raising an eyebrow.
Abby swatted Josh on the arm. “Why would you do that?”
“That’s not what happened.” He shook his head. “Why don’t you tell us why you slapped the hell out of me?”
“You called me fat.”
“No, I didn’t, but I’m sorry for the comment. You looked great.” He corrected himself. “You look really great.”
“You’re just saying that.” She pulled on her pink and white top, her gaze lowered to the floor.
“No, really.” He stuffed his hands in his pant pockets, feeling more than a little uncomfortable admitting that he’d never seen her more beautiful and wondered all night if Adam was the reason behind her glow.
Abby tapped on the wall, getting their attention. “When you two stars are done kissing and making up, Caitlin can you tell us where this picture is? There have to be at least fifty on this wall.”
“It’s right over there.” Caitlin pointed to the last photo. The pretty, young woman was standing in line holding the box just as she had described.
“It is the box!” Abby shrieked. “When was this picture taken?”
“Opening
“You don’t know what that spoon is capable of!”
“It’s a blue mixing spoon. The only magical thing that maybe it’s capable of is predicting the true love for the bachelorettes in this town. Now drop it.” He turned to Rachel. “Sorry about all of this. Should we tackle the other side of town? Maybe grab coffee?”
“Actually . . .” Rachel looked down at her watch. “I forgot I have an appointment to get to. I should go before I’m late. It was really great catching up with you, Josh.” She rose on her tippy toes and kissed him on the cheek, which he was all but sure was for Caitlin’s benefit. “Bye, Abby,” she said, ignoring Caitlin.
Josh watched as Rachel raced across the street, rubbing his face with the back of his knuckle. How much lipstick was his cheek going to wear today?
“Really, Josh,” Caitlin snapped, adjusting the black sunglasses on her head.
“What?”
“You haven’t even seen your kids yet, but you made time to stroll around town with Rachel.” Caitlin turned to Abby, not waiting for him to respond. “There’s something I need to show you.” She opened the front glass door, motioning for Josh to join them. “You should come, too.”
While Josephine busied herself in the front office, Caitlin led Abby and Josh through the lobby. It’d been years since he’d been inside. As a shy teenager, he used to love to dive into a bucket of buttered popcorn and watch some of the classics they showed.
“Wow, this place hasn’t changed at all.” The last time he’d been in here he’d come home from college to see Emma’s performance in the high school musical Bye Bye Birdie . His driving seven hours in a snow storm from Johns Hopkins in Baltimore to make it in time for the curtain to open had nothing to do with Caitlin having the lead role. At least that had been his story to his suspicious sister.
“Follow me.” Caitlin turned down the narrow corridor that led to the theater’s large auditorium. “So, the other day, Bridget and I were helping Josephine bring some bags inside, and she invited us to take a look around.” She pointed to the wall filled with pictures. “There’s a photograph hanging up of a woman carrying a box like the one that was in Brandon’s inn.”
“The one we found on New Year’s Eve?” Abby asked, eyes widening.
“Yes, exactly like it.” Caitlin paused. “I mean. It’s a black-and-white photo, but I swear it’s the box.”
“The one the blue mixing spoon came in?” Josh asked.
Caitlin stopped, eying him. “You’ve seen the box?”
“Emma and Abby showed it to me last night.”
“Was that before or after you called me a tramp in front of all the customers in the Buttermilk Tavern?” she challenged him, raising an eyebrow.
Abby swatted Josh on the arm. “Why would you do that?”
“That’s not what happened.” He shook his head. “Why don’t you tell us why you slapped the hell out of me?”
“You called me fat.”
“No, I didn’t, but I’m sorry for the comment. You looked great.” He corrected himself. “You look really great.”
“You’re just saying that.” She pulled on her pink and white top, her gaze lowered to the floor.
“No, really.” He stuffed his hands in his pant pockets, feeling more than a little uncomfortable admitting that he’d never seen her more beautiful and wondered all night if Adam was the reason behind her glow.
Abby tapped on the wall, getting their attention. “When you two stars are done kissing and making up, Caitlin can you tell us where this picture is? There have to be at least fifty on this wall.”
“It’s right over there.” Caitlin pointed to the last photo. The pretty, young woman was standing in line holding the box just as she had described.
“It is the box!” Abby shrieked. “When was this picture taken?”
“Opening
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