I grimaced, hoping that wasn’t some kind of innuendo.
“Wayne is pretty classic. He likes apple.”
“Okay, I can do all that.”
“But Bea is the one you really have to get right. And her appetite changes with the seasons.”
“But…she’s the one who told me to get pie for the deputies,” I frowned.
“Precisely, which means she’s in the mood,” she smirked.
“Okay, well, I guess I’ll take all of those.”
Resting her elbow on the counter, she grinned at me. “Honey, aren’t you forgetting someone?”
I thought through all the staff. There were so many others, but was I really expected to get pie for all of them? “I mean, I guess I need to buy for the secretaries.”
“Honey, they’re easy enough to handle. I’m talking about that man of yours.”
“Parker?”
“That would be the one.”
I stared at her, completely blank. “Um…”
“You don’t know his favorite pie, do you?” Letting out a bark of a laugh, she tossed her head back. “Well, we’ll go with his childhood favorite and hope for the best. Blueberry it is.”
What kind of horrible wife was I that I didn’t know my husband’s favorite pie? God, I really sucked at being a wife.
“Give me a few minutes to pack this up. In the meantime…” She reached behind her and poured a to-go cup of coffee for me. “On the house.”
“Thank you.”
I was perfectly fine with bribery, but I had a feeling this was a tad excessive. Still, it would be worth it to get a few minutes alone with the prisoner.
When it was all packaged up, she helped me out to the truck with all my pies, wishing me luck before I drove off. The moment Bea saw me arrive in front of the station, she hurried out, a greedy look gleaming in her eyes.
“Ooh, the boys are going to be so excited.”
“Well, don’t think I left you out. I hear lemon meringue is the choice of the season.”
Winking, she snatched that particular box, which I had no doubt would be stashed behind the counter for her.
We spread the pies out on the tables, and Bea took over, announcing thearrival of the goodies. The tables were flocked immediately, but my dear husband wasn’t quite as quick to jump in.
“So, you bought pie for everyone.”
Shrugging, I looked up at him, pretending I was just being a good wife. “Well, I wanted to support you, and Bea said pie is the way to everyone’s hearts around here.”
“Suck up,” he grinned, brushing his lips over mine.
“I got you a blueberry pie.”
His eyes widened in hunger before flicking over to the table.
“Better hurry if you don’t want everyone else to get it.”
He was gone in a second. I slunk back toward the jail when I saw Bea holding out her hand, with the keys dangling from her fingertips.
