place. This morning, it nearly smacked her over the head with its tackiness. Teddy bears and hearts and pictures of barns and quilts were everywhere. Not to mention the funky-colored afghans over all the chairs and the sofa.
âIâm not staying,â DeeAnn said, âbut I stopped by the B and B to give Randy this and Elsie said he was here.â She handed the coffee cake to Paige.
âHe stayed here last night. Fell asleep in front of the TV, just like old times.â Paigeâs eyes were bright. Her boy was homeâand DeeAnn knew it was all Paige could do to keep from shouting it from the rooftops. âI know you said youâve got to go, but can you stay for just one cup of coffee? Randy just made some really good stuff.â
Suddenly, DeeAnn wondered if Randy, the gourmet, would appreciate her silly coffee cake. âWell, okay,â she said after a moment and followed Paige into the kitchen where Earl and Randy were sitting at the table drinking coffee, which smelled downright heavenly.
âOh hey, DeeAnn. What do you have there?â Randy asked.
âJust a coffee cake,â she said. âI thought you could use a little something from the oven this morning.â
âHow sweet!â He rose from the table, took the cake from her, and gave her a hug. âMama, get a knife. Have a seat, DeeAnn.â
DeeAnn sat down and marveled at him. He seemed fine. She wasnât so certain sheâd be. But he seemed to have bounced right back.
Paige set a cup of coffee in front of DeeAnn and Randy set a slice of her own cake in front of her.
âHow do you like staying at Elsieâs?â she asked.
âItâs fine. I just canât wait for my own place, though. Iâm going to see some houses this afternoon.â
âSo youâre staying?â
âIâm not going anywhere,â he said. âI donât scare off that easily.â
âYouâre feeling better?â DeeAnn took a sip of the best coffee sheâd ever had in her life.
âIâm getting there. Iâm sure itâs just a matter of time. I need to keep busy to keep my mind off it, you know?â
âGood way of looking at it,â DeeAnn said.
Randy took a bite of her coffee cake and rolled his eyes with pleasure. âAhh. DeeAnn, my culinary professors have nothing on you, woman. Iâve always said youâre the best baker I know.â
DeeAnn beamed. Maybe she wouldnât retire. Not quite yet. âWhy, thank you. Thatâs very kind of you.â
âNot at all.â
Just then, the doorbell rang, and Paige wandered off to see who it was.
âDetective Bryant?â DeeAnn heard Paige say. âPlease come in. Weâre all in the kitchen.â
As the detective entered the room, DeeAnn caught her breath. He was such a handsome man, so confident. He walked with an interesting little swagger. And he was built like a brick house. A moving, hard-flesh one.
âHello,â he said as he entered the room.
âWell, what are you doing here?â Earl said and started to get up from the table.
Bryant made a gesture for him to sit. âUnfortunately, Iâm here on business,â he said, looking at Randy.
Randyâs brows knitted. âAre you here about Marina?â
âIn a roundabout way.â
âPlease sit down,â Paige said. âCan I get you some coffee?â
âNormally, Iâd say no, but it smells so good, I canât resist,â Bryant said.
Who is he kidding? The man never could resist a treat. DeeAnn grinned.
âItâs great having Randy around. He insists on grinding his own coffee and using a French press. It makes such a difference,â Paige said, as she poured the detective a cup of the brew.
âSo Randy, are you squared away with the sheriff?â Bryant asked.
âYes, I told him everything I know. Exactly what happened.â
âPamela closed the place