Free Lemon Chiffon Murder: A Donut Hole Cozy Mystery - Book 8 by Susan Gillard Page A

incorrigible,” Heather said, then laughed because nothing could make this day better than it already was.
    Her wedding day.
    Ryan swept her into an embrace and planted a kiss on her lips. “Today is the first day of the rest of our lives.”
    “As long as the rest of our lives takes place in Hillside, I ’ m happy. I ’ ve had enough of Paris to last me that very same lifetime.” She glanced up at the Saint James, a truly gorgeous hotel and setting, and a pang of nostalgia twisted in her tummy. “Although, I suppose I will miss this place. You know, this is the first mystery you and I have worked on together.”
    “I know, it was wonderful. Are you sure you won ’ t consider a career in law enforcement?” Ryan asked, squeezing her tight and staring deep into her eyes. Waiters walked by, picking donuts off the tiers and delivering them to the guests on plain white, porcelain plates.
    “I ’ m absolutely positive. Donuts are what I do. I don ’ t think I ’ d be able to handle just investigating full time. Too time consuming.” Heather grabbed another donut and munched on it. “ Besides, ” she said, gesturing with the treat, “What would you do without my donuts?”
    “A cop without a donut? I might just lose my mind,” Ryan replied.
    “Finally, somebody makes the joke other than me.”
    They laughed together this time, because today was a day of chuckles, nudges and winks, then they walked back to the table and took their seats.
    Amy and Kent were on the dance floor, slow dancing to a delicate French song.
    Many of the other guests had joined them.
    Heather and Ryan sat back, chewing on donuts and telling each other jokes, the same jokes they ’ d tell each other for years to come.
    “I ’ m so ready to pack up and get back to Donut Delights,” Heather said, straightening in her chair. “I ’ m sure Dave is too.”
    “Really? You ’ re ready to rush back home already?” Ryan frowned, and licked a bit of frosting off his bottom lip. “Are you sure?”
    “Yes, why do you ask?”
    Ryan removed two pieces of paper from his jacket pocket and placed them flat on the table.
    “Because we ’ re about ready to set off on our honeymoon,” he said, and winked at her.
    She grabbed the plane tickets and examined them, then let out a girlish squeal of delight. Dave barked in response.
    “Are you serious?”
    “Absolutely. We ’ re going to Cape Town, South Africa.”
    THE END

 
     
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