Lakeside Hero. Lenora Worth

dropped the bag of powdered sugar she’d been measuring and headed out to greet one of her best customers. Miss Hattie loved to cook but when it came to desserts for big groups, she always ordered from the bakery. Usually over the phone and usually she’d send someone to pick up her orders. Marla only knew her from seeing her at the big farmer’s market outside of town. Marla’s parents used to run a booth out there during peak vegetable season.

      “What a nice surprise,” Marla said, glad for this short break. “What can I help you with today?”

      Miss Hattie smiled and held a hand to her pearls. “I’m hosting the garden club this month and, since the gardens at Caldwell House are in full bloom, I thought I’d have an afternoon tea in the backyard.”

       Caldwell House?

      Marla tried to hide her surprise. “Uh...okay. That’s a nice idea but...” Then it hit her. “Oh, I’d completely forgotten that you and Vivian Caldwell are...were...sisters. I was sorry to hear of her passing.”

      Hattie nodded, a touch of sadness in her smile. “I know, honey. You’ve been away for a few years now so you wouldn’t know the details. After my sister passed, my nephew Alec invited me to come and live with him at Caldwell House. He claimed he didn’t want me living alone anymore, but just between you and me, I think he was the one who was lonely. Since I’m a master gardener and since I love to cook, I think he also wanted a feminine touch for the gardens and that massive kitchen.” She shrugged. “You know that’s a big old house and, well, he’d just returned from serving our country.” She put a hand over her mouth. “And recovery from his injuries, at that.”

      Marla absorbed all of the intimate details as she suddenly understood why Alec needed a friend closer to his age. A doting aunt would be good company some days, but not so much at other times. But she did think it was incredibly sweet of him to ask his aunt to live at Caldwell House. “Yes, I guess I can see the logic of you moving in there with him.”

      Marla could also see the rather obvious reason Miss Hattie had come by to place her order in person. Nothing went unnoticed in a small town. Lately, Marla had ignored the local grapevine and focused on her work, but she needed to start paying more attention to the things happening around her.

      Especially when this one particular thing seemed to involve her. In an unspoken way, of course.

      Hattie Marshall took her time glancing into the glass display case. “I heard you and Alec met at that scandalous Alvanetti wedding.”

      “Yes,” Marla said, checking behind her to make sure her small staff wouldn’t hear. She didn’t like gossiping about her clients. “I talked to him briefly after the wedding—”

      “And gave him a piece of wedding cake,” Miss Hattie interrupted. “He sure did brag about how good that cake was.”