Fudge Bites (A Candy-Coated Mystery Book 7) by Nancy Coco

Author:Nancy Coco [Coco, Nancy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington Books
Published: 2019-09-24T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Liz left me at the McMurphy. I went inside and gave Frances a hug goodnight as she and Douglas went home for the day. Even though Mal had gotten plenty of exercise today with all our walking around, I took her out again for a short night walk to look for Mella.

It was quiet. The sun went down and the stars popped out early in the autumn and winter. Even though I should have been enjoying such a nice night during one of my favorite times of the year, I couldn’t stop worrying about my kitty. It would be difficult for her to get run over, since there were no motor vehicles on the island and very few horse-drawn carriages right now. Most people walked or road bicycles. It wasn’t until after the snow fell and people got out their snowmobiles that things would be dangerous for a cat. So what was keeping Mella from coming home?

“Allie, are you alright?” It was Mr. Beecher again. It was just like old times, running into him twice a day while walking Mal. I was glad to see him back to his old routine.

“Still looking for my cat.”

“I still haven’t seen a calico on my wanderings. Doesn’t mean she won’t turn up, though.”

“Do you think someone would take her or hurt her?” I asked.

“I think you are letting your experience of finding dead bodies color your thoughts. If I remember correctly, she was a stray who adopted you, right?”

“Yes.”

“Then she’s simply off on a mission.”

“I hope so,” I said with a shake of my head. “I hope this isn’t connected to the murder. She’s the one who found the body, you know.”

“No, I didn’t know. Seems she’s a smart cookie. I’m sure she can take care of herself.” He reached down and slipped Mal a dog treat, then straightened slowly. “Still trying to get used to long walks with a cane.”

“How’s your girlfriend?” I teased. “Is she taking good care of you?”

“As good as she can,” he said. “She’s the best.”

“And you don’t marry her because . . . ?”

“She won’t have it. She’s independent and enjoys her time alone.”

I turned to walk back toward the McMurphy, and he turned with me. “I understand that, but even us independent types get lonely sometimes.”

“Are you thinking about getting married?”

I slipped my arm through his. “Maybe someday. Are you asking?”

His laughter filled the air, warming me. Mal pranced beside us. “Oh, if only I were a young man again.” He patted my hand. “I’m sure you want children.”

“I do, yes,” I said. “I can imagine them playing in the McMurphy. Frances would have to babysit while I made fudge—can’t have them behind the counter with the hot sugar. But I’d teach them to make fudge and keep the tradition.”

“You are a traditional girl, aren’t you?”

“I know some people think it’s old fashioned, but for me there is nothing better than walking in the same places your ancestors walked, and where your descendants will walk. There’s a nice continuity about it.

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