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“Fingers crossed, I might have my own
cakes out soon. I just need to make them edible first.”
    Craig gave a good-natured laugh. “Well, let
me know if you do. I’d like to boast about being first in line when
you sold your first cakes here.”
    “You got it.” My shoulders relaxed as I
settled into the more familiar chit chat. “What can I do for you
today?”
    Craig shot me a winning smile. “We have a
new officer in the department. I’ve volunteered to pick up cakes to
celebrate her surviving orientation. You know how we are. Any
excuse to unwind a little.”
    “Nothing wrong with that.” I grinned and
looked over the display. “There’s some biscotti, too. Maybe a
couple of those to go with someone’s coffee would be an idea?”
    “That sounds good. Give me a dozen of those,
and a half dozen of the chocolate cupcakes.”
    “You got it.” I reached for the boxes to
pack the treats for his order. “Anything else?”
    “That should do it for today.”
    Before he could say anything else, a man
hurried in. “What’s the soup of the day?”
    I shook my head. “We’re a cake store.”
    The man seemed puzzled. “You’re not a
diner?”
    “No,” I said politely. “We’re a cake
store.”
    “So you don’t sell coffee, or soup?”
    “No,” I said, “just cakes. We’re a cake
store.”
    The man’s brows furrowed, and he left,
muttering to himself.
    Craig looked over his shoulder at the cake
shaped logo painted on the glass door. He looked back at me and
pointed at the logo.
    I just gave a sigh and a half shrug.
“Apparently the sign is a tad vague for some. It happens all the
time.”
    He shook his head, and then frowned. “Is
everything all right, after, well, you know, the body at your
house?”
    I nodded. I tried not to let the image of
the crumpled body on my porch resurface as I took his payment.
“Everything’s fine. I still don’t know what happened to him,
though.”
    “Well, you let me know if you need
anything.”
    My chest tightened as Craig stared into my
eyes. “It’ll all work out. One day at a time.”
    “No truer words,” Craig agreed as he picked
up the box and balanced it on one broad forearm. “You take care of
yourself. No more fires while you experiment back there.”
    “No promises.” I smiled as I reluctantly
watched him go. It was always so easy to chat with him when he made
the fire’s department’s cake run.
    Thyme gave her shoulder a friendly slap.
“Way to ruin a perfect opportunity.”
    “Say what?” I looked at her in
confusion.
    “Everything’s fine,” Thyme imitated me in an
overly perky tone. She sighed dramatically. “Would tossing the guy
a bone kill you? If you’d said you needed someone to talk to, he’d
have asked if you were free for coffee or something. He was totally
scoping an excuse.”
    “Don’t be silly, Thyme.” I cleaned the
crumbs from the counter.
    “I’m not being silly. I know he likes you.
You guys are so transparent that it’s painful to watch.” Thyme
snagged the washcloth in mid air and nudged me out of the way with
a hip bump. “And after I sacrificed my cupcakes for you to chat him
up! I gotta start a new tray now. Anyway, you’re improving. You
made a cake and didn’t even set off the fire alarm. Go with it.”
She grinned. “You’ll be a baker before you know it.”
    “Not by this weekend, though. How am I
supposed to help with fifteen cakes when I can’t tell salt from
sugar?”
    Thyme winced slightly and forced a smile.
“Fourteen. That call was a cancelation.”
    “Really?” I frowned, torn between the
disappointment of lost business and relief it was one less burden
on Thyme this weekend. “Did they say what happened?”
    “Word spreads fast. They heard about the
body on your porch and…” Thyme’s voice trailed away with a sigh.
“Some people are ridiculous. Don’t let them get to you.”
    Before I could press for details, the door
chimed. I turned to see the two detectives who had come