Maggie nudged her in the side. “Friend of yours?”
“We’ve met,” Candy said curtly. “He’s been hanging around the farm.”
“And you didn’t tell us about it?” Maggie asked, feigning shock. “You’re holding out on us!”
Ben eyed Candy warily. “You know, Maggie, I think you’re right.” To Candy, he added, “Is this the same moose you said you saw the other night?”
She nodded.
“Well, you were right,” Ben said, studying the creature with admiration. “He certainly is a big guy. It’s a bull, all right. Fully grown. Probably five or six years old. At the peak of his life and all that. He seems to have an affection for you.”
It took a few moments for Ben’s words to sink in. “He what?”
“He’s saying the moose is in love with you,” Maggie interpreted for her.
“He’s courting you, or at least that’s my guess,” Ben clarified.
“You’re both crazy,” Candy retorted, crossing her arms. She suddenly realized everyone on the porch was looking at her. Someone in the crowd catcalled, another whistled, and others were chuckling.
“He’s giving you his best dreamy-eyed look,” Maggie observed. “It’s sweet, really. I wish I had a boyfriend with eyes like that.”
Candy frowned, unamused. “Isn’t it a little early for mating season?”
“Love knows no bounds,” Maggie opined.
“He’s probably just a little confused,” Ben said. “It happens sometimes. Moose tend to fall in love with all sorts of things. Cows. Lawn ornaments. Pickup trucks.”
Candy’s brow furrowed. “Did you just compare me to a pickup truck?”
“I think he compared you to a cow,” Maggie said helpfully.
Ben chuckled. “Well, not exactly. But it’s the same principle. He must have seen you around the farm and got curious. Maybe he was attracted by your hair or your scent or something like that.”
“Hey, you’re not wearing that Eau de Moose perfume I gave you for a joke gift last Christmas, are you?” Maggie asked with all seriousness.
“No,” Candy said curtly. At moments like this, brevity was probably the best response, she decided. She didn’t want to encourage Maggie and Ben any further. “So how do I get rid of him?”
“He’ll eventually wander away on his own.”
And sure enough, as if he had suddenly forgotten her, the white moose gave a snort, turned his head about, and started off down the street, following the horses and sleighs, eyeing the lighted trees curiously, and doing his best to stay clear of the curious onlookers. The crowd respectively made room for him, and as he reached the bottom of Ocean Avenue, he turned left up the Loop, following the parade on its way to Fowler’s Corner.
“Well, that was just about the strangest thing that’s ever happened to me,” Candy said as the moose ambled away, half hidden behind the trees of Town Park.
“Not really,” Maggie began. “You’re forgetting that time—”
But Candy cut her off quickly. “Thank you very much, Miss Tattler, but I don’t need anyone reminding me of my past transgressions, whatever they may be.”
“Just trying to help,” Maggie said glumly. Candy gave her friend a playful jostle.
“Well, now that the excitement’s over,” Ben said, rubbing his gloved hands together, “shall we retreat to a warmer spot inside?”
Maggie heaved a deep sigh and put on her best forlorn look. “You two go ahead. I have some sewing to catch up on.”
She started away, but Candy took her friend’s arm, pulling her back. “Oh, don’t be silly. Stay awhile.”
“I won’t interfere?” Maggie asked hopefully.
“The more, the merrier. Come on, join us for a glass of wine, and I’ll tell you about this real jackass who once fell for me.” She glanced at Ben, then back at Maggie. “And no, it’s no one you know.”
The inn’s lounge was packed, but they managed to squeeze into a tight spot at the far end of the bar, and for the next hour, as a cold, crisp night settled over Cape Willington, they chatted about the day’s events over glasses of a tart Pinot Grigio (although Ben eventually switched to vodka martinis) and a cheese, fruit, and marinated olive plate they’d ordered to snack on. Still feeling like a third wheel, Maggie tried to sneak away once or twice, in an effort to “leave the two lovebirds alone,” only to be repeatedly pulled back. But eventually it was Ben who bowed out early.
“I apologize, ladies, but I really have some work I need to finish up tonight.”
“Really? On a Friday night?” Now it was Candy’s turn to act glum.
He gave her a warm kiss on the cheek. “I took some time off this afternoon to help a friend, remember? I just have to catch up a little. I’ll call you tomorrow and we’ll meet up,” he told her before heading out into the cold night.
“There he goes again,” Maggie said, raising a wineglass in salute to Ben’s disappearing back. Turning to Candy, she added, “You should have let me go, honey, so you and Ben could’ve had some time together. Maybe get a bite to eat at a candlelit table.”
“Oh, it’s all right. Besides, he probably wouldn’t have stayed much longer anyway,” Candy mused with a sigh. “Too much work.”
“And not enough time,” Maggie finished for her, grabbing the nearly empty bottle of wine and freshening their glasses.
“It’s the story of my life.”
“Mine too.”
They were both silent for a few moments. Then Maggie brightened. “Well, look, if things don’t work out with Ben, there’s always the moose.”
Candy raised her wineglass. “To the moose!”
“To the moose!”
As their glasses clinked together, Candy saw Chief Darryl Durr enter the lounge. He took off his hat as he looked around the room, spotted her, and started threading his way through the chatting patrons to their end of the bar.
“Oh, oh, here comes trouble,” Maggie said, following Candy’s gaze. “Looks like you’ve been busted.”
Candy tried to discreetly hide her face behind her hands. “Me? What did I do?”
“Blocking traffic with a live moose?”
“But I had nothing to do with that!”
“Don’t tell me! Tell him!”
“Ms. Holliday,” Chief Durr said as he slid onto a bar stool that suddenly opened up next to her.
Maggie jumped to her feet and grabbed her purse, which was sitting on the bar. “If you’ll excuse me, I have to go to the little girl’s room,” she announced.
But Chief Durr pointed with his pinky at the bar stool she had just vacated. “If you wouldn’t mind waiting a few minutes, Mrs. Tremont. I’d like to speak to you as well.”
Maggie gulped noticeably as she returned to her seat, her purse clutched protectively in front of her.
“It’s come to my attention,” Chief Durr said without further preamble, “that you two have been playing games with my police officer.”
“Excuse me?” Maggie said, blinking quickly.
“Officer McCroy,” the chief clarified as he focused in on Candy. He leaned closer, lowering his voice. “He’s there for your protection, Candy. I know he’s been a little conspicuous—”
“He’s been a little spooky, to tell you the truth,” Candy told him flatly.
Chief Durr held up both hands, as if to calm her. “That was my call, just so you know the truth, and I had a reason for it. I wanted it to be obvious to others that you were being watched.”
“Others?” Candy’s voice suddenly turned concerned. “What others?”
“We wanted a visible police presence,” Chief Durr said, evading her question. “Now, there’s nothing to be concerned about. We’re just being thorough.”
“Thorough? What are you talking about?”
“Is Candy in danger?” Maggie asked worriedly.
“Not that we know of. At least, we’ve had no specific threats.”
