“Marina master,” Joyce said with a nod. “I know who he is.”
“Well, Lucas called him, and Kai called a friend of his at the marine patrol unit of the police department and they sent a boat out there and told those paparazzies to sling their hooks! Something about unlawful anchorage and obstruction of a public waterway.”
“So they’re gone?” Joyce straightened. “That’s bloody fantastic.”
Beryl nodded. “It is. I’m going to give that man some of those Chelsea buns I’ve got proofing.”
Joyce laughed. “Kai did the work.”
“I’ve made enough. They can both have some.” She turned on her heel. “I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me.”
“Hang on. Are you making any for the house? Kyle might want to try one. He’s probably never had a Chelsea bun. Might be good for him. I wouldn’t mind one myself.” It had been years since she’d had a Chelsea bun and Beryl’s were the best.
“There’ll be plenty. A double batch makes eighteen. That’s six apiece for the two of them and six for us.”
Joyce gave a nod. “Very good.”
Beryl went off to the kitchen and Joyce went back to work. Wasn’t long before her apron pocket started vibrating. She reached in and pulled out her phone. It was Mitch. She smiled as she answered. “Hello, there. How are things?”
“Everything’s good. We’re heading to the airport shortly, but it’s a red-eye and we won’t land until ten a.m. tomorrow.”
“Oh, my,” Joyce said. “You’re going to wear yourself out, the two of you.”
“We’ll sleep on the plane, I’m sure. We did on the way out. Just wanted to let you know when to expect me.”
“I appreciate the call.”
“How’s Ruthie? And Kyle?”
“Kyle’s been working like crazy. Ruthie’s good as gold. Oh! Did you hear? Lucas and Kai got rid of the paparazzi boats!”
“I did hear. Frankie texted Harper about it. Lucas is a good man. So is Kai.”
“Yes, indeed. Beryl’s making them both a little treat.”
Mitch laughed. “That’s great. They certainly earned it.”
“How’s Harper holding up?”
“She’s doing fine.”
“Good. I know how hard this was for her. You both get home safe now.”
“We will. See you tomorrow.”
“We’ll be waiting. Bye now.” She hung up, set her cleaning supplies aside and went in to see Kyle. “Sorry to bother you. Just talked to your dad. He’ll be home in the morning, in case you hadn’t heard.”
Kyle nodded and leaned back in his chair, stretching. “Thanks, Joyce.” He rolled his shoulders. “I think I need a break.”
“You could take Ruthie to the pool for a bit. I’m sure Bunny would like that, too.”
Kyle smiled. “Yeah, that’s a good idea.” He got up. “Did you plan anything for dinner?”
“Roast chicken and veg. Unless you want something else?”
“No, that’s fine. I was going to say I could make myself a sandwich. You’ve been working awfully hard since Dad left.”
“It’s not often he’s out of that office. It needed a good cleaning. I’m almost done.”
