isn’t it? I forgot all about it.”
“Don’t worry about it. You’ve had bigger things on your mind, Emily. But I thought a couple would cheer you up.”
“Did you bring cinnamon and sugar?”
“Of course. I know they’re your favorite.”
“Gimme.” She drew one of the donuts out of the bag and broke it in two, handing a piece to Luke. “You’ve got to try this. There is nothing like a freshly made donut. Oh, Mom,” said Emily after she swallowed a bite, “it’s wonderful. I haven’t had one of these for a long time.”
The cake donut was still warm, with cinnamon and sugar clinging tightly to it. Luke had to admit it was delicious, unlike anything from the store or a donut shop.
“How come you never made these for me?” Luke said in mock accusation. “You’ve been holding out on me, woman.”
Emily swallowed another piece of donut.
“Hush, you,” said Amanda sternly. “They’re a lot of work, even with a good mixer. You need a dough hook, and to raise the dough-like bread, then spread it out and cut out the donuts, and raise them again. That’s before you fry them, drain them, and sugar them.”
“That’s why they’re for special occasions,” said Emily.
“I’m just teasing her, Mrs. D. But they are awesome. Are there any more in that bag?”
“Stop. These are for Emily. Besides, they aren’t good for the waistline. If I made them for Sam every time he asked, he’d be as big as a house.”
“But I can see the reason now for your long and happy marriage,” said Luke with a smile. “That’s a potent weapon you have there, Mrs. D.”
“My, don’t you have the blarney of an Irishman.”
Luke supposed it was a natural mistake. Wade could be an Irish name. And Luke at that moment didn’t want to explain his ancestry to a woman who treated him coolly. But right then, Evelyn walked in again carrying the plate. She looked over the donut in Emily’s hand.
“What is this?” she asked.
“My mom brought me some homemade donuts.”
“Homemade?”
“Yes, they have very little salt,” said Amanda, “if that’s what you are worried about.”
“Here, try some,” said Emily, pulling out the next donut in the bag.
“That’s okay,” said Evelyn. “I’m sure they’re delicious.”
“Yes, they are,” said Amanda with a lift of her chin. “And you can see they’ve done my Emily a world of good. They’re downright medicinal.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
New Revelations
“ You’re a life-saver,” Emily told Luke as he handed her the cell phone. She flipped through messages and emails and her Facebook page.
“Anything for you, sweetie,” said Luke. Emily’s mother had left. She saw that Luke was ready to hang in for the long haul and promised to be back later “with a proper dinner.” Emily was grateful for this. For a short space, except for the fact that Emily was in a hospital bed, they were back to their normal roles as husband and wife.
“What on earth did you tell people?” said Emily, alarmed. “People seem to think I’m on the verge of death.”
Luke held up his hands. “It wasn’t me, I swear. I crashed when I got home last night.”
“Must be Angela,” Emily huffed. “Look, here it is. It’s on her page. ‘Just to let you know Emily is doing fine. She’s in the hospital overnight but should be home shortly. My big sister will DEFINITELY help me with the wedding.’”
“Just that? No explanation? No wonder people are blowing up your Facebook page.”
“I love my sister, but …”
“Yeah,” said Luke. Then he got an idea.
“Give me your phone.”
“Why?”
“I want to check something.” Emily gave Luke her phone and he scrolled through Angela’s extensive friend list.
“What are you doing?”
His gut clenched when he saw what he suspected. “There. Evan’s on her friend list. That’s how he knew.”
“Seriously? I’ll have words with her. She should have unfriended him months ago.”
“Maybe, but she has over
“Don’t worry about it. You’ve had bigger things on your mind, Emily. But I thought a couple would cheer you up.”
“Did you bring cinnamon and sugar?”
“Of course. I know they’re your favorite.”
“Gimme.” She drew one of the donuts out of the bag and broke it in two, handing a piece to Luke. “You’ve got to try this. There is nothing like a freshly made donut. Oh, Mom,” said Emily after she swallowed a bite, “it’s wonderful. I haven’t had one of these for a long time.”
The cake donut was still warm, with cinnamon and sugar clinging tightly to it. Luke had to admit it was delicious, unlike anything from the store or a donut shop.
“How come you never made these for me?” Luke said in mock accusation. “You’ve been holding out on me, woman.”
Emily swallowed another piece of donut.
“Hush, you,” said Amanda sternly. “They’re a lot of work, even with a good mixer. You need a dough hook, and to raise the dough-like bread, then spread it out and cut out the donuts, and raise them again. That’s before you fry them, drain them, and sugar them.”
“That’s why they’re for special occasions,” said Emily.
“I’m just teasing her, Mrs. D. But they are awesome. Are there any more in that bag?”
“Stop. These are for Emily. Besides, they aren’t good for the waistline. If I made them for Sam every time he asked, he’d be as big as a house.”
“But I can see the reason now for your long and happy marriage,” said Luke with a smile. “That’s a potent weapon you have there, Mrs. D.”
“My, don’t you have the blarney of an Irishman.”
Luke supposed it was a natural mistake. Wade could be an Irish name. And Luke at that moment didn’t want to explain his ancestry to a woman who treated him coolly. But right then, Evelyn walked in again carrying the plate. She looked over the donut in Emily’s hand.
“What is this?” she asked.
“My mom brought me some homemade donuts.”
“Homemade?”
“Yes, they have very little salt,” said Amanda, “if that’s what you are worried about.”
“Here, try some,” said Emily, pulling out the next donut in the bag.
“That’s okay,” said Evelyn. “I’m sure they’re delicious.”
“Yes, they are,” said Amanda with a lift of her chin. “And you can see they’ve done my Emily a world of good. They’re downright medicinal.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
New Revelations
“ You’re a life-saver,” Emily told Luke as he handed her the cell phone. She flipped through messages and emails and her Facebook page.
“Anything for you, sweetie,” said Luke. Emily’s mother had left. She saw that Luke was ready to hang in for the long haul and promised to be back later “with a proper dinner.” Emily was grateful for this. For a short space, except for the fact that Emily was in a hospital bed, they were back to their normal roles as husband and wife.
“What on earth did you tell people?” said Emily, alarmed. “People seem to think I’m on the verge of death.”
Luke held up his hands. “It wasn’t me, I swear. I crashed when I got home last night.”
“Must be Angela,” Emily huffed. “Look, here it is. It’s on her page. ‘Just to let you know Emily is doing fine. She’s in the hospital overnight but should be home shortly. My big sister will DEFINITELY help me with the wedding.’”
“Just that? No explanation? No wonder people are blowing up your Facebook page.”
“I love my sister, but …”
“Yeah,” said Luke. Then he got an idea.
“Give me your phone.”
“Why?”
“I want to check something.” Emily gave Luke her phone and he scrolled through Angela’s extensive friend list.
“What are you doing?”
His gut clenched when he saw what he suspected. “There. Evan’s on her friend list. That’s how he knew.”
“Seriously? I’ll have words with her. She should have unfriended him months ago.”
“Maybe, but she has over
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