The Chesapeake Diaries Series (110 page)

“Fantasyland,” she mumbled, and turned out the lights.

Stef wasted a good part of Tuesday morning trying to decide what to make that day, but nothing intrigued her. She was done with chocolate for a while, and she’d done the usual fall flavors with apples, walnuts, maple, and pumpkin. She was tired of fall. She wanted something … fun. Unfortunately, she’d gone through her recipe box twice already and nothing said “fun.” She checked her freezer and found she
had enough there to get her through the day. Maybe tomorrow she’d feel inspired. Today, she just felt tired.

“Stef, mind if I run out to the post office?” Tina stuck her head into the back room. “I want to get my sister’s birthday present mailed today.”

“Go on. Take your time. We’re slow today anyway.”

“I can stop and pick up lunch for you on the way back.”

“Great.”

“What do you want?” Tina stood in the doorway.

“Whatever you’re having will be fine.” Stef shrugged.

“I’m having PB and J that I brought from home.”

“Oh. Well …” Stef tried to think of something that she wanted, but nothing came to mind. “Skip it. I’ll run out later.”

“Are you sure? ’Cause I don’t mind …”

“I’m sure. I don’t know what I feel like eating, but thanks anyway.”

“I won’t be long.” Tina hung up her apron and took off out the back door.

“Maybe a milk shake. Vanilla.” Stef nodded as she went into the shop. She got as far as the ice-cream case when the bell over the door rang. She looked up just as a tall, good-looking guy with curly dark hair came in.

“Hi,” he said brightly.

“Hi,” she returned the greeting.

He walked to the counter and smiled. “The sign says all your ice cream is made on the premises. Are you the ice-cream maker?”

“I am.” She returned the smile and slipped her apron over her head.

“What’s good today?” he asked.

“Everything’s good.” She tied the apron strings behind her back. “Depends on what you’re in the mood for.”

He gazed into the case and seemed to look over each container. “Salted caramel. I never heard of that.”

Stef grabbed a plastic spoon and scooped some up, then passed the spoon over the top of the cooler. The man tasted the ice cream, then grinned.

“That’s pretty amazing stuff. I’ll have a bowl. Two scoops, like the sign says.” He leaned on the counter near the cash register.

She dished the ice cream. While he was pulling out his wallet he asked, “So what do people do around here for a good time?”

“Not a whole lot during the week in the off-season.” She took the bill he gave her and handed back his change along with his purchase. “But this coming weekend there’s going to be a haunted house tour. Are you staying in town …?”

“Just for another couple of days. I saw an article about what a nice place St. Dennis is, so I decided that the next time I could take a few days off, I’d come down, check it out for myself.”

“Well, if you’re looking for peace and quiet, you should get plenty of that this week.”

“If you were here for a couple of days, what would you be doing with your time?”

She thought it over for a moment, then said, “If I had nothing to do for a few days, I’d probably go to
Book ’Em and pick up something I’ve been wanting to read, then I’d hole up someplace and read. I’d only come out for walks along the Bay at dawn and at sunset, and meals.” She added, “Fortunately, we have some excellent restaurants in town. There’s Café Lola, if you like fine dining. There’s the Checkered Cloth for casual stuff—soups and sandwiches and takeout. They’re both up on Charles Street. Captain Walt’s down on the other end of the boardwalk, past the marina, if you like seafood.”

“I guess I’ll have a chance to try a little bit of each while I’m here. Thanks for the suggestions—” He paused. “Can I ask your name?”

“It’s Steffie.”

“Steffie. That’s nice.” He smiled back at her. “I’m Greg.”

“Nice to meet you, Greg.” She watched him take a seat at one of the tables. “So what do you do that keeps you from taking time off during the summer when everyone else is vacationing?”

“I have a boatbuilding business up near Chestertown.”

“I guess summer would be your busiest time. Hence the fall vacation.”

“That’s the way it goes.” He ate for a moment. “You know what, this is the best ice cream I ever tasted. You should sell it to supermarkets. You’d make a fortune.”

Stef grinned. “Too much trouble. Besides, I like my shop. I like coming to work every day. I like seeing all my friends.” She shook her head. “I don’t want to change the way I work or the way I do things. I built
this business by myself, for myself. I’m happy the way things are.”

“But think of all the money you could make.”

“I do just fine. Besides, money isn’t everything.”

“Well, I admire a woman who can do what you’ve done.”

“Thank you.”

He appeared to be about to say something else when Grace bustled in.

“I just picked up the pictures I took at the party from my son. He has one of those printer things at the inn and I couldn’t wait to show you.” Grace waved a small white bag.

“Oooh, would I. Hand ’em over, Miss Grace.” Steffie took the bag and peered inside. “You were a busy lady. Look at all these.”

“Daniel said to pick out the ones you want and he’ll run off duplicates. You can share them with your parents and Dallas and Grant.”

Steffie and Grace were poring over the photos when Tina returned.

“Oh, pictures from The Party. Let me see what I missed.” Tina nudged between the two women. “Oh, my, how gorgeous is that dress? And who’s this over here?”

“Excuse me.” Greg approached the counter. “If I could trouble you for a glass of water …”

“Oh, sure. Sorry.” Steffie got him a bottle from the cooler and handed it over.

“I heard you mention Dallas … that wouldn’t be Dallas MacGregor?”

When Stef nodded, her customer said, “I heard there was a big party here over the weekend.”

“Yes. She lives in St. Dennis now.”

“You were there?”

Stef nodded.

“Wow, I met someone who knows Dallas MacGregor. I’m impressed.”

“You’ll be even more impressed when I tell you that Steffie’s brother is engaged to Dallas,” Grace told him.

“Unbelievable.” He shook his head as if he was finding it hard to believe. “So was the party as much fun as the magazines made it look?”

“Every bit,” Steffie said.

“I think there was something on one of those entertainment TV shows, too,” he mentioned.

“There were cameras everywhere,” Grace told him. “News crews, you name it.”

“Well, nice that you had a good time.” He turned to Steffie. “Good luck to your brother and his fiancée. I think I’ll take your advice and stop in at that bookstore and pick up something to read, then later hit one of those restaurants you named for dinner.”

“They’re all up on Charles Street—that’s the main street,” she told him. “Except for Walt’s.”

“Right. You said earlier that’s down near the marina.”

She nodded.

“What do I owe you for the water?” He held up the bottle.

“It’s on the house.” She waved him away.

“Thanks. Maybe I’ll see you again before I leave town.” Greg moved toward the door.

“Stop back anytime.” Steffie smiled, then turned her attention back to the photos.

“Who was that guy?” Tina watched Greg leave.

“Just some off-season tourist looking for a few days of R and R.”

“Was it my imagination, or was he flirting with you? Maybe just a little?” Tina asked.

“Your imagination.” Stef held up the next picture in the pile. “Oh, look at Cody and Paige. How cute are they …”

To Steffie’s surprise, Greg was back the following afternoon.

“I couldn’t stay away,” he told her. “I had to come back for more of that salted caramel ice cream.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” She dished up another couple of scoops for him. “It’s a gorgeous day. We don’t get too many late October days this warm. You might want to sit outside in the sun and enjoy the scenery.”

“I like the scenery in here just fine.” His eyes held hers as he took a seat near the door.

Tina kicked Stef in the shin lightly as she headed to the back room. “Flirting,” she whispered.

Stef pretended to ignore her.

“By the way,” Greg called to her, “I took your suggestion and tried Captain Walt’s last night. Best tuna I ever had. Thanks for the tip.”

“You’re welcome,” Stef replied. “Glad you enjoyed it.”

“I did. As a matter of fact …” He got up and started toward the counter when the door flew open
and Brooke Bowers came in with her son, Logan, and a few of his friends, including Cody.

“Hey, why aren’t you guys in school?” Steffie asked. “I know it isn’t three o’clock already.”

“We didn’t have school today,” Cody told her.

“Our teachers are all being serviced,” Logan added.

“In-service day,” Brooke clarified for Steffie. “And it’s such a nice day, we decided to have lunch in town. Which, of course, includes dessert at Scoop.”

“That’s why we like to have lunch in town,” Logan said, and Cody nodded enthusiastically.

“You boys do know how to flatter. So what will it be today?”

By the time Stef finished serving Brooke’s group and the two groups that came in after, she noticed that Greg had slipped out.

“Who was the guy sitting over near the wall?” Brooke asked.

“Guy taking some R and R for a few days,” Stef said.

“He was cute.” Brooke wiggled her eyebrows.

“He was that,” Stef agreed.

“He was here yesterday, too,” Tina piped up. “He’s been flirting with Stef.”

“Has not.” Stef brushed off the remark.

“Has too,” Tina told Brooke.

“So word has it that you and Wade …” Brooke left the rest unspoken.

“Where’s the word coming from?”

“Clay said he saw you and Wade leave the party together the other night,” Brooke confided.

Steffie made no response.

“So you think he’ll stay in Connecticut for long?” Brooke asked.

“That’s his plan.”

“Too bad. Clay’s still hoping to talk him into starting up a brewery together. He’s been reading up on how to make beer and growing crops you make beer from and all that.” Brooke paid for the boys’ ice cream. “He even had a name picked out for their brewery.”

“And that would be …?”

“Mad Mac.”

Stef laughed. “That certainly fits the two of them.”

“That’s what I thought.” Brooke was herding the boys out the door when she turned and said, “Clay hasn’t given up, you know. I’m hoping for everyone’s sake that Wade has a change of heart.”

“I wouldn’t bank on it,” Stef said.

Before she left Scoop for the night, Stef stocked a small portable cooler with the ice cream she’d promised Vanessa, then stopped at the market for the other snacks. She took the ice cream inside and put it into the freezer when she stopped at her house, where she hoped to finish painting the kitchen cabinets. Bling was open until nine on Wednesday, so she had a few hours before Vanessa closed up, and she didn’t intend to waste them. The sooner the kitchen was finished, the sooner she could start painting her bedroom.

Painting was the kind of work you could lose yourself in, she was thinking as she applied the first coat to one of the cabinet doors. It could be as mindless as you wanted it to be. Sort of like watching an ice-cream machine do its thing after all the ingredients
had been added, she mused. You could go on autopilot and—

Her phone was ringing in her pocket. She put the brush down and checked the caller ID.

“Hello, Wade,” she said.

“Hey. How’s it going?”

She could have said,
Better now that I hear your voice
, but she settled for, “Just doing a little painting here at the house. You?”

“Just got Austin to sleep. These past few days have been long ones for him. He’s not used to quite so much activity.”

“How’s he doing with Angela?”

“Angela?” Wade laughed. “Right. Lansbury. He’s doing really well. He keeps asking for Cody and Berry, but I told him that he’d see them soon.” He paused. “Like, tomorrow.”

“You’re coming back for your stuff?” she asked. Before he could respond, she said, “I guess you found a house that you like.”

“Actually, there were several that I liked. One more than the others, but they’re all in the same really nice neighborhood. Lots of kids Austin’s age, it’s not too far from the brewery, the elementary school is just three blocks away.”

“Great.” She tried to sound enthusiastic. “So it sounds like everything’s a go for you. The job, the child care, the housing situation …”

“Yeah, everything’s even better than I could have hoped.”

“I’m glad things are working out the way you need them to. You deserve a couple of breaks after, well,
after everything that’s happened over the past couple of months.”

“Thanks, Stef. I appreciate hearing you say that. Hey, maybe we’ll stop down when we get home. Austin needs his ice-cream fix. There’s nothing up here even remotely like Scoop.”

“Of course there isn’t.”

Wade laughed. “We have an early flight, so I’ll see you soon.”

“You know where to find me.”