“But he did kiss the top of my head,” I tell them with a smile.
“No offence, but lame. I want the nitty gritty. Give me all the dirty details,” Sarah whines, and I flick some flour in her direction, making her laugh.
“Please, God no. Never ever the dirty details,” Wren says, letting out a shudder.
Sarah and I laugh and both flick flour towards Wren, who joins in.
A few hours later, I’m just placing in another batch of cookies when the door chimes out front and I hear West’s voice greeting Wren. Smiling to myself, I wipe my hands down my apron and leave the kitchen.
“Morning.” I smile, coming up to the counter.
“Good morning, beautiful,” West says, making my stomach do a cartwheel.
“What will it be this morning?” I ask, trying to play it cool when I really want to do a little dance at his endearment.
“How about one of those scones?” he says, pointing through the display case at our glazed lemon and raspberry scones.
“And a coffee?” I ask
“Yes, please,” he says.
Wren makes a sound, giving him a weird look, and I stare at her for a moment, wondering what that was all about, before shaking my head and getting his order ready.
“So, how was your Sunday?” he asks me, ignoring Wren.
“It was good. Lazy,” I say. “How about yours?”
“Exhausting.” He sighs and leans in. “Before you girls hear it from someone else, Saturday night after the fair, I was called out for a missing person,” he says, and we gasp. “I’m not sure if you two know Vivienne from the flower shop, but we unfortunately recovered her body early Sunday morning.”
“Oh my God,” I say.
“Is it related to the other murders?” Wren asks, and West nods.
“It appears that way.”
“How terrible,” I say quietly, passing West his coffee with a shaking hand. He notices, and instead of taking it from me, hewraps his big hand around mine and rubs soothing circles to steady me.
“Enough about that, though. I just wanted you to hear it from me first.”
“Thank you.”
“I also spent the day building my mom a new greenhouse,” he adds, changing the subject.
“It looks great,” Wren says, bumping my hip. “You should come see it sometime.”
I give her an odd look, wondering why on earth she thinks I need to see a greenhouse, but I smile anyways. “Sure,” I say hesitantly.
“How about this weekend?” she says to me, but her eyes are trained on West.
“I think I got this, Wren,” he clips out, giving her a look.
What the heck is going on?
“Just trying to help, big brother.”
“Well, it’s not needed. Now, aren’t you needed in the back or something?” He glares at her, and she chuckles, taking off.
I look at West with a questioning brow, and he shakes his head, running his hand down his face.
