Confessions at Midnight

'I see. Well, as for gifts, you've already given me far too many,' she protested, wiping at her wet eyes. 'Which reminds me… I hope you won't be offended, but I'm afraid I don't care for marzipan.'

'Why would I be offended? I don't particularly care for it either.'

'Well, I thought since you'd sent me some… but for future reference, I much prefer chocolate.'

He frowned. 'What do you mean? I never sent you marzipan.'

She frowned right back. 'Of course you did. I have the box, along with your note in my desk.'

He shook his head. 'Carolyn, I never sent you marzipan.'

An odd chill swept through her, and without a word she rose and crossed the room. Daniel followed her. After opening the top drawer and removing the box of candy, she set it on her desk and handed him the note.

'This is similar to my handwriting,' he said, his voice grave, 'but it's not mine.'

'I thought the card seemed oddly impersonal, but I never suspected it wasn't from you.' Their gazes met and realization hit her. 'Do you think Lady Walsh sent the candy?'

'I suspect so. Let me see it.'

She removed the lid and wrinkled her nose at the strong odor of bitter almonds. 'They smell odd,' she said. 'I thought so the first time I opened the box.'

A muscle ticked in Daniel's jaw, and he replaced the lid then clasped her shoulders. His eyes were dark with emotion.

'I'm guessing the candy is poisoned. Given the smell, most likely cyanide. The marzipan's almond paste would help mask the bitter almond odor.'

Carolyn felt herself pale. 'That's what her final words meant. How she'd get her revenge from the grave.'

'Yes.' He briefly squeezed his eyes shut. 'Thank God you don't like marzipan,' he said in a rough voice.

A chill rippled through Carolyn and she stepped into the circle of Daniel's strong arms.

'So now it's truly done,' she said, weak with relief. 'Completely over.'

'On the contrary, my extremely lovely, very dear, greatly talented, highly amusing, extraordinarily intelligent, possessor of the most kissable lips I've ever seen, as well as an excellent memory, keeper of my heart, and soon to be Lady Surbrooke,' Daniel said, his eyes brimming with love. 'This is only the first of a lifetime of memories we are going to make together.'

Jacquie D’Alessandro

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