cabinets.”
“So, no key.”
“And no reason for her to enter his office. What did she say when she saw you?”
“Uh,” Kaylie shifted uncomfortably in her chair. “She didn’t. See me that is. I was, well, hiding you could say.” No need to explain where Kaylie had hid. It might have been titillating yesterday, but now it seemed juvenile.
“Oh.” Silence on the other end as Tess digested that bit of information, and knowing her sister, Tess was probably coming up with all sorts of scenarios. “Well.”
Kaylie cleared her throat. “Well indeed.”
Just then Dr. Thomas popped his head around the corner of her door. He saw she was on her cell so he pointed at his watch, placed his palms on either side of his head, fingers sticking straight out and silently barked. Kaylie nearly snickered at his antics, knowing he was informing her that their next appointment was here.
Giving her acknowledgment, Kaylie told her sister she had to go. “But call me if anything new happens or they find out who did it.”
While Fridays were notoriously slow, this particular afternoon seemed to crawl. Possibly because most of the town folk were finalizing their goodies for the various food and craft booths for the Woodcliff Fair this weekend, like her mom with her famous pies, or because Kaylie was anticipating her date with Dean.
If it was still on that was. Kaylie didn’t know if Dean would show up tonight in light of the trouble at his work, and she couldn’t call him to verify. Embarrassingly enough, Kaylie didn’t have the man’s phone number. Sure, she could call the lumber yard, but that seemed tacky, and asking her sister for Dean’s cell number seemed too high-schoolish. Nope. She would play the optimist and ready herself for a date. If this day would ever end.
About quarter to five Kaylie heard footsteps come up behind her as she made some final notations on one of her patients.
“I swear,” Rodney breathed out in a dramatic rush. “If my wife calls me one more time and asks when I’m getting home I’m strangling her.”
Kaylie laughed. She knew how much the doctor loved his wife, and knew too that he’d been spending his evenings for the last week threading beads instead of reading his books. “You’re just tired of making jewelry.”
“That’s the truth. I should be used to it. Myrna’s been doing this every year for the last fifteen years. She could fill the house with her creations and still think she doesn’t have enough to sell at the fair.” He looked heavenward. “Crazy woman. I really do adore her. And because she makes me nuts I’m going to call the workday over. For both of us.”
Kaylie raised a brow over eyes sparkling with humor. “Us?”
He shrugged. “If my wife is antsy about this weekend, I’m sure Ruth is as well. Her pies always sell out. I heard she was making two hundred this year.”
Kaylie groaned. “Two hundred and fifteen. I never thought I’d be sick of pies, but I’m riding the edge.”
Rodney let out a chuckle. “At least I won’t be alone in my misery. Pack up. I’m leaving in five minutes.”
“Will do.” Although she, maybe, had a date, Kaylie knew her mom would have “last second” pies to finish, her special ones. Each year her mom made extra pies and took them to the hospital in Togan for the staff. And then the staff not-so-secretly shared the pies with the patients. Ruth and Dolen were taking fifteen pies up there tonight after the last pie was out of the oven, which Kaylie knew was usually around eight or nine. Normally Kaylie or Jackie went with her mom, but this year Dolen was chauffeuring.
Kaylie smiled at the idea of her mom and Dolen O’Keefe. Talk about an odd couple, but they both had a love for food, and if Kaylie wasn’t mistaken, a love for each other. Maybe she should check around for a small apartment somewhere so the two lovebirds could have some privacy.
At that Kaylie made a gagging noise. She was not going there. Thinking
“So, no key.”
“And no reason for her to enter his office. What did she say when she saw you?”
“Uh,” Kaylie shifted uncomfortably in her chair. “She didn’t. See me that is. I was, well, hiding you could say.” No need to explain where Kaylie had hid. It might have been titillating yesterday, but now it seemed juvenile.
“Oh.” Silence on the other end as Tess digested that bit of information, and knowing her sister, Tess was probably coming up with all sorts of scenarios. “Well.”
Kaylie cleared her throat. “Well indeed.”
Just then Dr. Thomas popped his head around the corner of her door. He saw she was on her cell so he pointed at his watch, placed his palms on either side of his head, fingers sticking straight out and silently barked. Kaylie nearly snickered at his antics, knowing he was informing her that their next appointment was here.
Giving her acknowledgment, Kaylie told her sister she had to go. “But call me if anything new happens or they find out who did it.”
While Fridays were notoriously slow, this particular afternoon seemed to crawl. Possibly because most of the town folk were finalizing their goodies for the various food and craft booths for the Woodcliff Fair this weekend, like her mom with her famous pies, or because Kaylie was anticipating her date with Dean.
If it was still on that was. Kaylie didn’t know if Dean would show up tonight in light of the trouble at his work, and she couldn’t call him to verify. Embarrassingly enough, Kaylie didn’t have the man’s phone number. Sure, she could call the lumber yard, but that seemed tacky, and asking her sister for Dean’s cell number seemed too high-schoolish. Nope. She would play the optimist and ready herself for a date. If this day would ever end.
About quarter to five Kaylie heard footsteps come up behind her as she made some final notations on one of her patients.
“I swear,” Rodney breathed out in a dramatic rush. “If my wife calls me one more time and asks when I’m getting home I’m strangling her.”
Kaylie laughed. She knew how much the doctor loved his wife, and knew too that he’d been spending his evenings for the last week threading beads instead of reading his books. “You’re just tired of making jewelry.”
“That’s the truth. I should be used to it. Myrna’s been doing this every year for the last fifteen years. She could fill the house with her creations and still think she doesn’t have enough to sell at the fair.” He looked heavenward. “Crazy woman. I really do adore her. And because she makes me nuts I’m going to call the workday over. For both of us.”
Kaylie raised a brow over eyes sparkling with humor. “Us?”
He shrugged. “If my wife is antsy about this weekend, I’m sure Ruth is as well. Her pies always sell out. I heard she was making two hundred this year.”
Kaylie groaned. “Two hundred and fifteen. I never thought I’d be sick of pies, but I’m riding the edge.”
Rodney let out a chuckle. “At least I won’t be alone in my misery. Pack up. I’m leaving in five minutes.”
“Will do.” Although she, maybe, had a date, Kaylie knew her mom would have “last second” pies to finish, her special ones. Each year her mom made extra pies and took them to the hospital in Togan for the staff. And then the staff not-so-secretly shared the pies with the patients. Ruth and Dolen were taking fifteen pies up there tonight after the last pie was out of the oven, which Kaylie knew was usually around eight or nine. Normally Kaylie or Jackie went with her mom, but this year Dolen was chauffeuring.
Kaylie smiled at the idea of her mom and Dolen O’Keefe. Talk about an odd couple, but they both had a love for food, and if Kaylie wasn’t mistaken, a love for each other. Maybe she should check around for a small apartment somewhere so the two lovebirds could have some privacy.
At that Kaylie made a gagging noise. She was not going there. Thinking
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