Page 66 of The Secrets We Treasure

Greer’s eyes flashed with an eager triumph. “Because it just so happens that Sadie is a former detective. We may get this thing sorted out, after all.”

Barbara’s voice grew flustered. “Oh, dear. What time are they coming?”

“Three-thirty. Ian’s at his office in Summerhaven. He’ll take the ferry over. Sadie has an office at The Oliver Hotel. It’ll be easy for her to swing by.”

Treasure frowned. “You said Sadie is a former detective. What does she do now?”

Barbara piped in. “She’s a caterer. One of the best around. Madeline gave her an office at the hotel to make it easier for her to work with clients on the island.”

“Is she blonde and pretty?”

“Yep,” Greer answered.

Jealousy darted through Treasure as she lifted an eyebrow. “So, you think she’s pretty?”

Humor brushed Greer’s features. “Not jealous are you, T?” he taunted.

Heat flooded her cheeks.

“You are,” Greer laughed. “You’re blushing.”

“Am not,” she countered. She waved a hand. “Anyway, back to the topic at hand. Sadie catered your birthday party?”

“Yep. Her chocolate cake is legendary.”

“Well, I would’ve been able to taste it had someone not pulled me away from the party,” she sassed.

He let out a rich, throaty laugh. “I didn’t hear you complaining on the beach.”

Treasure’s eyes nearly bugged out of her head as her cheeks went hot enough to roast a marshmallow.

Greer wagged a finger. “You’re blushing.”

She gave him a light shove. “Cut it out.”

“Y’all haven’t changed a bit.” Barbara shook her head in frustration as she rose to her feet. “Quit horsing around. We’ve got work to do.”

The busted look written all over Greer’s face caused a snigger to slurp from Treasure’s lips. She brought her hand to her mouth to stifle it as she looked at her mom. Barbara shot her a censuring look and muttered under her breath.

“I wish Cherry were here. She could whip up some finger foods to serve.”

Treasure’s jaw dropped. “Mom, this isn’t a social call. They’re coming to talk about the stalker.”

Barbara gritted her jaw. “Be that as it may, it’s not proper to receive guests without offering them something to eat.” She held up her finger. “I know. We can make some pigs in blankets. I’ve got some smokey sausages in the freezer. Treasure, you and Greer can work on those while I straighten up this pigsty.”

Treasure looked at Greer. The disbelieving expression on his handsome face caused her to giggle. It was nice to have a diversion from her problems.

“The living room is already clean,” Greer whispered.

“I heard that,” Barbara countered. “I’m not deaf. And, no, it’s not clean. There’s an inch of dust on everything.”

This time, it was Greer’s face that turned ten shades of red.

Barbara pointed to the bookshelf, mostly talking to herself. “Those books need to be straightened and those pictures on the wall.”

Treasure patted Greer’s cheek. “You’re blushing,” she chimed.

“Ha ha,” he said dryly. “I don’t cook.”

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