Mistake in Christmas River by Meg Muldoon

Author:Meg Muldoon [Muldoon, Meg]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Vacant Lot Publishing
Published: 2018-12-13T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 35

“What the hell are you doing here?”

The young woman’s thick eyebrows drew together in an expression of confusion as she glared me.

If I hadn’t recognized her from the picture up in the far corner of the bakery kitchen, I might have been jarred by somebody coming in at this late hour and interrogating me.

But luckily, I knew who she was.

She had the same tall frame as her father and the same sloped, flat nose as him, too.

“You must be Mr. Longworth’s daughter,” I said, dusting my hands off on my apron.

Her eyebrows slouched down even further.

I put a bright smile on my face and went over, sticking my hand out.

“My name’s Cinnamon Peters. I’m the owner of Cinnamon’s Pies.”

Her expression remained unchanged.

“My oven broke,” I said nervously. “Your dad was kind enough to let me use the kitchen here during the off hours.”

“He never said anything to me about it,” she said in a standoffish voice.

“Well, it’s only until after Valentine’s Day. As soon as the warranty people get me a new oven. So, um, so you work for your dad here?”

I remembered now that Frank mentioned something about dreaming of handing the bakery keys over to his daughter one day.

“Part-time,” she said. “I help him with the books.”

She shifted her weight between her feet uncomfortably.

“I forgot my bag in the breakroom. I just came back to get it.”

I nodded silently and she headed into the small office off the kitchen. A moment later, Frank’s daughter came out carrying a backpack.

Her expression hadn’t turned any sunnier.

“I don’t think your dad ever told me your name,” I said, trying to make small talk, even though it was clear she wanted nothing less.

I guess I couldn’t help myself. It seemed like the polite thing to do.

She hesitated before answering.

“I’m Spider,” she finally said.

I couldn’t exactly conceal my surprise at the odd name.

“Sonya, really. But my brother gave me that nickname growing up because I was skinny. I know it’s weird, but it’s just one of those things that stuck.”

I smiled.

“Well, nice to meet you, Spider.”

I cleared my throat when she didn’t respond.

“You know, I just pulled out a batch of fresh cherry pies. I don’t know if you’re a fan of cherry pie – you’d be surprised how controversial that flavor can be. But I’d be happy to cut you a slice if you want—”

But Spider was already shaking her head before I offered.

“I’ve got to get going.”

She backed away, heading out the door.

“Oh, okay, then. See you—”

The door shut before I could finish that sentence, too.

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