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with a frustrated Carrie, her daughter in her arms, following closely behind. I grabbed the little boy before he could make it into the street.
    “I used to be a vice president.” Carrie shook her head. “On Wall Street. I thought I could handle anything.” She nodded toward her children, running in circles around her.
    “They’re lively. Kids are supposed to be lively,” I said as her son jumped up into the backseat of Carrie’s car, stepping over her daughter to do it.
    “I guess,” she sighed, and opened her car for the kids to climb in. I turned to leave. “It’s a good idea, your idea to expand the shop,” Carrie said almost shyly.
    “She could use the space.” I hesitated. “But I feel bad if you had plans for the diner yourself.”
    “No, not plans. I just was talking about it with someone . . . Marc . . . you know Marc.”
    “Yes. He’s helping my grandmother.”
    “He’s great, isn’t he? Just so many ideas,” she practically gushed. “He’s really very talented . . . in so many areas.”
    “Like your kids.” I pointed to the two children climbing over the backseat into the driver’s seat.
    “Oh, God,” she said as she reached into the back of her car, doing her best to restore order.
    I crossed the street and found myself in front of the town bakery. A familiar-looking man with glasses and a serious expression was holding the hand of a small girl. The child, maybe five years old, was happily struggling to fit a giant chocolate chip cookie into her small mouth. Several times he leaned down and patiently wiped the chocolate chip stains from her face.
    I was almost on top of them before I recognized him.
    “Officer . . . ,” I started.
    “Jesse . . . Dewalt.” He stood up and smiled a little, but just a little. “This is my daughter, Allison.”
    For just a second it seemed strange that he was a father. But I reminded myself that I didn’t know anything about this man, except that Barney liked him. The fact that he was quiet and sullen didn’t mean some woman couldn’t have fallen head over heels for him.
    I waved to Allison. “It’s a good day for a cookie,” I said to her. And since her mouth was full, she just nodded.
    “She thinks every day is a good day, but we try to save it for a Saturday afternoon treat, right kid?” Allison looked up and laughed at her father, and he laughed back. The delight he took in her lit up his face, and I suddenly was struck by how handsome he was.
    “Well,” I said, feeling a little awkward, “I should be heading back to my grandmother’s.”
    I started to turn before Jesse spoke. “How long are you staying?”
    “Until tomorrow.”
    Allison tugged at his hand, but he kept his eyes on me. “You should come up more often,” he said. “I know Eleanor would love it.”
    “Maybe I should,” I said. And for the first time when I smiled at him, he smiled back. “I’ll let you guys get back to your Saturday.” I looked down at Allison, whose face was now covered with chocolate. “But I’d clean her up before you head back to your wife.”
    When I looked back at Jesse, his smile had faded. I nodded good-bye and turned toward my grandmother’s, leaving the serious man to the not-so-serious task of keeping a little girl from dropping her cookie.
    It seemed like just the sort of crime prevention a cop in Archers Rest would be qualified for.

CHAPTER 9
    When I got to the house, Marc’s truck was out front and he was putting up the ladder. He was wearing a flannel shirt, and I was, as embarrassing as this is to admit, a little disappointed not to find him bare-chested again.
    “Hey there, granddaughter,” he waved.
    “Nell,” I said.
    “Marc.” He smiled a dangerously cute smile. “Eleanor at the shop?”
    “Yes. I can call over there if you want.”
    “No.” He picked up a heavy load of roofing tiles. “It’s just she usually makes me something to eat when I’m working for her. And she’s a good cook.”
    “Sorry. I’d