Page 17 of V is for Valentine
“Do you want more casserole?” Felicity asked her dad.
“I’m good. Bud Pratt stopped by to see me today, and we worked our way through a bag of chips while we watched the sports highlights.”
“Glad you had company.” Felicity took their plates into the kitchen where Stevie was running water. “I’ll handle the dishes.”
“You sure?”
“I think I can manage three plates and the few extras.”
“Then I’ll catch up with you tomorrow.” She pulled her coat off the back of the nearest chair. “This job came at a bad time, but—”
Felicity raised a hand. “You’re needed. I get it. Things are under control.”
Stevie pushed her arms through the sleeves of her jacket, then straightened the collar. “You and Danny really did okay?”
“Worked at opposite ends of the building,” she said. “And you know the woman whose dog caused the accident? She’s a business associate of his.”
“Really? I met her. She’s nice.” Stevie made a face. “Weird coincidence, though.” She paused thoughtfully. “Danny fixes computers, you know.”
“I do.” Now.
“So…business associate. Is she his partner, or what?”
“Not a clue,” Felicity said as if she honestly didn’t care, but she glanced through the kitchen window toward Danny’s parents’ house next door, which was dark.
Someone hadn’t come straight home.
Which was really none of her business as long as he was at the worksite tomorrow morning. With the promised donuts.
“I’m glad you guys worked out a cease-fire,” Stevie said.
Felicity gave her sister a look. “We’re both approaching thirty.”
“Weren’t you fondly reminiscing about sudsing up his car windows a few days ago?”
“Maybe.” Felicity cleared her throat. “That was before he did us this favor. Things have changed.”
In ways she wasn’t quite clear on.
“If you say so,” Stevie said.
“Yeah. I do. I totally say so.”
Chapter Four
“Are you sorethis morning?” Danny asked as he passed the Cakery Bakery box to Felicity. She opened the lid, then made a face.
“What is this?” She picked up a heart-shaped sugar cookie piped with red icing.
“That is a Valentine’s cookie.”
“Why?”
“Why is it a Valentine’s cookie?”
“Why is it in the box?”
“Because,” he said patiently, “Velma goes to a lot of trouble to make them, it’s getting close to Heart Day, and I like them.”
