Crime in the Café. Фиона Грейс

she had anything to cancel in the first place. But she shouldn’t have assumed Tom would just shove their plans entirely away. Apparently, only she was callous enough to do that.

      “I’m really sorry,” Lacey said, taking his hand and giving it a playful tug. “You know we’re having the grand opening of the Lodge tomorrow. I’m literally working flat out for the next twenty-four hours to get it all done. I probably won’t even have time to go to sleep tonight, so I can hardly spare an hour for lunch.” She chewed her lip, filled with guilt.

      Tom seemed to be averting his eyes. She’d obviously really hurt his feelings.

      “It’s one lunch,” Lacey promised him. “I just have this final hurdle. Then after the party tomorrow evening, I’ll be back to a normal schedule. And you’ll have finished with the cupcake bonanza, or whatever it’s called…”

      “…Extravaganza,” Tom mumbled.

      “Right. That.” Lacey swung his hands back and forth, trying to keep her tone light and breezy. “Then we’ll be back to normal. Okay?”

      At last, Tom nodded. She had not seen him look this dejected before. In a way, it was kind of heartening, especially considering how worried she’d let herself get over Lucia. Turned out a very good antidote for jealousy was being so sleep deprived she was practically an automaton.

      “Hey, you know what? You should come to the party,” Lacey said. She felt bad she hadn’t thought to invite him before. It was supposed to be a grand opening after all, with fireworks and food, and distinguished guests and all.

      “Me?” Tom said. “I don’t think a pastry chef is highbrow enough for the Lodge.”

      “Nonsense,” Lacey said. “Besides, I’ve never seen you in a tux, and I bet you look fabulous.”

      She saw a mischievous glint return to Tom’s eye, reminding her of the Tom she knew and loved, rather than this sullen, disgruntled one.

      “Well, as long as Suzy doesn’t mind,” he said. “But I can’t have a late night. Me and Luce need to start baking at six a.m. tomorrow.”

      “Luce?” Lacey repeated. Then it dawned on her he meant Lucia.

      He’d given her a pet name? One that sounded remarkably similar to the nickname Lacey herself had asked him not to call her, since it had been the same one her ex-husband used: Lace.

      All at once, Lacey’s unsettled feeling over the young woman returned to her with the force of a gale. So much for her theory of being too tired to be jealous.

      “Hey, that’s an idea. I should take Luce out for lunch today!” Tom said, apparently oblivious to the slightly incredulous tone Lacey had failed to hide. “You know, as a thank you for all her hard work. We’ve been literally flat out since I hired her, and I’ve had to really throw her in at the deep end. It’s been quite the learning curve and she’s taken it all in her stride. She’s a pretty remarkable young woman, really.”

      Lacey felt her hands tightening into fists as she listened to Tom gush about the woman he’d just decided to take to lunch in her place. A myriad of emotions swirled around in her gut. Disappointment, of course, because she was missing out on spending time with her favorite person. Jealousy, too, that some other person would be getting his attention instead. But it was more than that, and deeper. Her jealousy wasn’t just because another person was getting Tom’s attention, but because another woman was. A “pretty remarkable young woman” nonetheless, with her wrinkle-free skin, ever-optimistic personality, and glistening white, perfectly aligned teeth. Then adding on top of the jealousy came embarrassment—because what would the locals think? If they saw Tom out to lunch with a pretty young woman, how long would it take for the rumor mill to start churning? Taryn for one would have a field day!

      “Who will mind the patisserie?” Lacey asked, clutching desperately at any excuse to stop it from happening. “If you and Luce are both out at lunch… together.”

      “Paul, obviously,” Tom replied, a confused frown appearing between his eyebrows.

      For a moment, Lacey wondered if his frown was a sign that the ever-oblivious Tom had actually picked up on the undercurrent.

      “Although he was being particularly klutzy today,” Tom continued. “He mixed up the whisk and the spatula. There really is something not quite wired right with that boy.”

      So his frown had been about Paul’s lack of common sense rather than their relationship. Of course it had. Knowing the type of character Tom was, he probably had no idea that Lacey was jealous of Lucia, nor had any inkling as to why she might be. But from Lacey’s perspective, she found it maddening that such thoughts didn’t cross Tom’s mind, because it made her look like a crazy woman pointing it out.