simply could not listen to the effusive worship of her predecessor.
“That’s because Mr. Tupper was as boring as day-old bread!” she snapped.
Ms. Cole stood there with her mouth hanging open like the cover of a book with a broken binding, and Lindsey turned and followed Emma out the door with just the tiniest bit of self-satisfied swagger in her step.
“Those were Italian,” Lindsey said.
Heathcliff looked at her from under his bushy eyebrows. Then he lay his head down on his paws, looking pitiful.
Lindsey sighed and tossed the brown flats into the trash. There wasn’t a shoemaker alive who could mend the shredded leather.
“Come here,” she said. Heathcliff bolted for her and she knelt down and caught him as he wiggled up against her. “I shouldn’t have left them out where you could chew them. It was my fault.”
He licked her chin as if grateful for her forgiveness with a promise not to do it again. Lindsey didn’t doubt his intentions, but she went through her apartment, moving anything that might prove too tempting for his itchy puppy teeth.
She took him out for a walk afterward, and while he was cavorting in the snow in the small front yard, a car pulled up. It was Edmund Sint.
“Don’t tell me you actually have an honest to goodness day off,” he said.
“It happens twice a week,” Lindsey said. “Like clockwork.”
“So, how is the wonder dog?” he asked.
“Heathcliff, a wonder dog?” Lindsey repeated as she walked over to stand beside his car.
“Well, he’s the talk of the town since he rescued you ladies from that locked shed,” he said.
“Oh, yes, that was definitely his shining moment, unlike this morning’s incident with my shoes.” Lindsey glanced back at the puppy frolicking in the snow bank.
“Shoes?” Edmund asked.
“Better tasting than Milk-Bones, apparently,” she said.
“Well, you have to give him a pass since he saved you from hypothermia,” he said. He bent down and clapped his hands and Heathcliff came bounding over.
He sniffed Edmund’s gloves and then his shoes. They must not have been on his tasty list, because he trotted over to Lindsey and sat on her feet.
“Was it something I said?” Edmund asked.
“Probably just not his taste in footwear,” Lindsey said.
Edmund laughed. “I can live with that.”
“Well, I don’t think he’ll have to be on alert anymore. I doubt if there’ll be any more dangerous incidents like the shed now that Marjorie Bilson has been arrested for murder.”
“She has?” Edmund asked. “Was she the one who killed Rushton, then?”
“Yes. I got the call this morning,” Lindsey said. “Marjorie has been terrorizing Carrie Rushton since she took over for the Friends. The police think she may have let her feelings for your uncle cause her to shoot Markus Rushton in the mistaken belief that if Carrie was arrested for murdering her husband, then Bill would be president again.”
“But that’s mental,” Edmund said.
“Precisely,” Lindsey said.
“I mean why wouldn’t she just shoot Carrie if she didn’t want her to be president?”
“Well, she’s not exactly operating at full capacity,” Lindsey said. “It’s hard to imagine what her reasoning might have been. Honestly, it’s just all-around sad.”
“Well, since you have the day off and there are no murderers lurking about, why don’t we have that lunch we had planned on?”
Lindsey tipped her head and looked at Edmund. He was handsome and charming and so very much like her ex that he was comfortingly familiar. But she didn’t feel that rush of attraction or interest that she felt when Sully was around. Of course, Sully had yet to invite her to lunch, and she had no idea if he ever would.
“You know, that sounds nice,” she said. It wasn’t a date. It was just lunch. Besides she’d get to look at the Sint estate, and given that it was the most opulent residence in Briar Creek, she couldn’t help but be curious.
Edmund consulted his watch. “We could go now.”
Lindsey clipped Heathcliff’s leash to his collar. “I’ll just take him in and freshen up. Back in a few minutes?”
“Excellent,” he said.
Lindsey hurried through the front door and found Nancy in the foyer.
“Is that Edmund Sint?”
“It is,” Lindsey said.
“What’s he want?”
“He’s invited me to lunch at his place,” Lindsey said. She went to go up the stairs, but Nancy put her hand on her arm.
“And you’re going?” she asked.
“Yes,” Lindsey said. She turned to go up the stairs again but Nancy tightened her grip.
“What about Sully?”
Lindsey turned around. “What about him?”
“Well, everyone knows you two like each other. I just assumed…”
“Sully hasn’t asked me out,” Lindsey said. “Edmund has.”
“But…”
“No buts,” Lindsey said. “If Sully wants me, he knows where to find me.”
“Sully’s nicer,” Nancy said.
“Agreed.” Lindsey turned and began to go up the stairs, but Nancy slipped Heathcliff’s leash out of her hands. “I’ll dog sit. He’s good company.”
“Are you sure?” Lindsey asked. “He has shoe issues, you know.”
“Not to worry,” Nancy said. “I’m making peanut butter cookies today. They’re his favorite.”
As if to voice his agreement, Heathcliff barked and wagged.
“Well, thank you, I won’t be late. It’s just lunch.”
“Have fun,” Nancy said. “But not too much.”
Lindsey smiled as she headed up the stairs. It was obvious who Nancy’s favorite was. She had just reached the second-floor landing when Nancy yelled, “Sully’s funnier!”
“Agreed,” she called down.
At the third-floor landing, she heard Nancy shout, “Sully’s more charming!”
“Agreed,” she answered, hanging over the banister to be heard.
She was opening her door, when she heard Nancy cry, “Sully’s hotter!”
Lindsey felt her face get warm, and she did not bother answering. Instead, she slipped inside her apartment, pretending she hadn’t heard Nancy, and closed her door with a click.
Five minutes later, she dashed down the stairs with her hair brushed and fresh mascara on. She had traded her comfy sweatshirt for a royal blue turtleneck sweater over black jeans and felt perfectly respectable for a casual lunch.
Nancy was in her doorway with Heathcliff sitting at her feet. Lindsey stopped to pet her pup and kiss his head.
“Be good,” she whispered in his ear. “No chewing.”
He thumped his tail and she felt reassured that he would behave.
“Back in two hours,” she said. “Tops.”
“Sully’s-” Nancy began, but Lindsey cut her off.
“I get it,” she said. “And I feel the same way, but he hasn’t asked me out. So there we are.”
Nancy pursed her lips. “Men are stupid.”
