Double Dip Dilemma: A Cozy Mystery (Caesars Creek Mystery Series Book 5) by Constance Barker Page A
Authors: Constance Barker
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always did. Only now, there was more affection to our relationship. And it helped that my little Westie Winchester also approved. He accompanied me to the shoppe everyday and was the official customer greeter.
Stormi slumped into a chair at one of my tables in the shoppe and Winchester jumped into her lap. “Greg may have to live with it.”
I stopped and looked at her. “Something wrong in paradise?”
Stormi sighed as she petted Winchester‘s head. “I don’t know. Honestly I love the man to pieces.” Stormi looked at me. “Did I just say that out loud?”
I smiled. It was the first time she’d ever said she was in love with any guy. “You sure did.”
“Then why do I feel so confused with a hundred thoughts racing through my head? I feel like I’m on a treadmill and can’t get off. Is this love? Tell me before my head spins off!”
I couldn’t help but laugh at her. I sat down at the table and grabbed her hand. “You’ll be fine. Love can sometimes hit you like a ton of bricks. For other people it’s a gradual climb. You’re one of the lucky ones whose been hit by a love tsunami.”
At that moment, the door opened. Stormi’s weekly delivery of flowers had just arrived, but this time it was different. An awesome bouquet of fall flowers with vibrant colors of red, orange and pink consumed the glass vase they were situated in. Tony, the florist/delivery person set them in their usual spot at the end of the ice cream case counter.
“Here’s your weekly bouquet Stormi,” Tony said as he turned to leave.
“Are you sure they’re for me?” Stormi asked. “This isn’t Greg’s normal flower choice.
Tony stopped. “Yep, they’re for you. He wanted something different and picked out the flowers himself this time.”
A big smile erupted on Stormi’s face. Tony headed off for his next delivery as Stormi walked over to smell the flowers of her bouquet.
A single tear streaked down her cheek as she bent to smell the pink asters. “I know I’m being silly, but this simple act tells me so much.”
“What do you mean Stormi?” I asked.
“Well, Greg is so wrapped up in his work sometimes that I wonder if he even pays attention to me.”
“But he sends you flowers every week.”
“Yes, and I know women would kill for such attention, but it was like he was going through the motions, like there was no feeling in it anymore. Just throw some flowers her way and she’ll be satisfied. At least that’s the way it was starting to feel. He’s at work most of the time and when we go out or at my place or his, the station is always calling.”
Stormi pointed towards the bouquet. “But this gives me hope that maybe I’m not just a second thought to him.”
I walked around the ice case counter and looked at her. “Stormi, you knew going in that Greg is a police officer who loves his work. I think him sending you flowers every week is his way of saying that you are on his mind, even if he can’t always show it.”
That seemed to brighten Stormi up a bit and she smiled. “Maybe you’re right. I’m being too hard on him. He is quite the catch, isn’t he?”
“Yes he is and so are you,” I said, wiping the counter down and then drying it with a clean cloth. “Just remember to let him know that every once and a while too.”
The door chime tinkled and several customers came in to make ice cream orders and get an early sugar fix for the day. Of course, our next door neighbor, Bruce, came in to order his morning strawberry kiwi smoothie to take back to his office. Bruce leased the building next door to my shoppe….at least he did after the dead body was removed.
“How’s it going this fine morning girls?“ Bruce asked as he grabbed a few napkins. “Ahhh I see someone got flowers again, but this time something new!”
Stormi took a swipe at him with her dishcloth. “Can’t get anything past
Stormi slumped into a chair at one of my tables in the shoppe and Winchester jumped into her lap. “Greg may have to live with it.”
I stopped and looked at her. “Something wrong in paradise?”
Stormi sighed as she petted Winchester‘s head. “I don’t know. Honestly I love the man to pieces.” Stormi looked at me. “Did I just say that out loud?”
I smiled. It was the first time she’d ever said she was in love with any guy. “You sure did.”
“Then why do I feel so confused with a hundred thoughts racing through my head? I feel like I’m on a treadmill and can’t get off. Is this love? Tell me before my head spins off!”
I couldn’t help but laugh at her. I sat down at the table and grabbed her hand. “You’ll be fine. Love can sometimes hit you like a ton of bricks. For other people it’s a gradual climb. You’re one of the lucky ones whose been hit by a love tsunami.”
At that moment, the door opened. Stormi’s weekly delivery of flowers had just arrived, but this time it was different. An awesome bouquet of fall flowers with vibrant colors of red, orange and pink consumed the glass vase they were situated in. Tony, the florist/delivery person set them in their usual spot at the end of the ice cream case counter.
“Here’s your weekly bouquet Stormi,” Tony said as he turned to leave.
“Are you sure they’re for me?” Stormi asked. “This isn’t Greg’s normal flower choice.
Tony stopped. “Yep, they’re for you. He wanted something different and picked out the flowers himself this time.”
A big smile erupted on Stormi’s face. Tony headed off for his next delivery as Stormi walked over to smell the flowers of her bouquet.
A single tear streaked down her cheek as she bent to smell the pink asters. “I know I’m being silly, but this simple act tells me so much.”
“What do you mean Stormi?” I asked.
“Well, Greg is so wrapped up in his work sometimes that I wonder if he even pays attention to me.”
“But he sends you flowers every week.”
“Yes, and I know women would kill for such attention, but it was like he was going through the motions, like there was no feeling in it anymore. Just throw some flowers her way and she’ll be satisfied. At least that’s the way it was starting to feel. He’s at work most of the time and when we go out or at my place or his, the station is always calling.”
Stormi pointed towards the bouquet. “But this gives me hope that maybe I’m not just a second thought to him.”
I walked around the ice case counter and looked at her. “Stormi, you knew going in that Greg is a police officer who loves his work. I think him sending you flowers every week is his way of saying that you are on his mind, even if he can’t always show it.”
That seemed to brighten Stormi up a bit and she smiled. “Maybe you’re right. I’m being too hard on him. He is quite the catch, isn’t he?”
“Yes he is and so are you,” I said, wiping the counter down and then drying it with a clean cloth. “Just remember to let him know that every once and a while too.”
The door chime tinkled and several customers came in to make ice cream orders and get an early sugar fix for the day. Of course, our next door neighbor, Bruce, came in to order his morning strawberry kiwi smoothie to take back to his office. Bruce leased the building next door to my shoppe….at least he did after the dead body was removed.
“How’s it going this fine morning girls?“ Bruce asked as he grabbed a few napkins. “Ahhh I see someone got flowers again, but this time something new!”
Stormi took a swipe at him with her dishcloth. “Can’t get anything past
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