to a sausage household, nobody would be happy. This one was right. It was a large pepperoni with mushrooms on half, and it was going to someone named Forester.
Stevie checked the address. It wasnât too far from her house. She knew the place, but she didnât remember anyone named Forester there. She was getting a vague image of the kids in the family as she drove to the house. It was a big one, nicely kept, but she was sure the family wasnât Forester.
The outside of the house was well lit. There was a two-car garage, but a vehicle was parked sideways in a turnaround part of the driveway. Beside the garage, there was a large stack of cardboard boxes. Moving cartons. Obviously, the family Stevie remembered had moved out. And now the Foresters lived there. Well, whoever they were, Stevie hoped they were big tippers.
She got out of the car, put on her silly hat, took the Forestersâ pizzaâstill toasty warmâout of the container, and rang the doorbell.
As soon as the door began to open, Stevie spoke.
âPizza Manor at your service, milord,â she said, just as sheâd been instructed.
âYouâve got to be kidding,â said the boy who held the door.
Stevie found herself gazing into the very blue eyes of one of the best-looking guys sheâd ever seen.
âI wish I were kidding,â she said. âBut right there in my employees manual, it says I have to say that stuff. Wait till you see what I do as I leave!â
âWell, donât hurry the process on my account,â the boy said. âIâm enjoying your company.â
Stevie was quite aware of the carton she was holding. The heat from the pizza had penetrated the cardboard and was doing the same to the palm of her hand. She was less than comfortable.
âPerhaps milord would like his pizza?â she asked, trying not to sound pained. ââTwould be fully of pepperonius and a moiety of fungal deliciosity. Surely such victuals are sufficient to please the palates of the gourmettiest consumer in all the realm.â
âWho can resist that?â the boy asked, and took the pizza from Stevieâs hands. She blew on her palm to cool it.
âOh, Iâm sorry,â the boy said. âI didnât realize the pizza would be that hot when it arrived.â He turned and spoke to someone else in the hallway. âCallie, can you bring an ice cube and a piece of paper towel for our delivery person?â
âSure,â said a girlâs voice.
âYouâve just moved in?â Stevie asked.
âYup,â said the boy. âMy nameâs Scott Forester, and this is my sister, Callie.â
Callie handed Stevie the ice cube and paper towel. Stevie thanked her and introduced herself, explaining that she lived just a few blocks away. By the time Scott had the money for Stevieâwith a nice tipâtheyâd established that they were neighbors and that Willow Creek was a nice place to live. Scott took the pizza into the kitchen. Callie stood and chatted with Stevie for a few minutes.
âI like your earrings,â Callie said. Stevieâs hand flew up to her earâshe couldnât remember which pair sheâd put on that morning. She shouldnât have had to check. It was her horseshoes. What other earrings would she have chosen on the day she was going to apply for both her driverâs license and a job?
âAre you a rider?â Callie asked.
âAs much as possible,â said Stevie. âAnd you?â
âDefinitely. I ride endurance. But weâve just moved here, so I havenât tried out your trails and competition.â
âDo you have a horse?â
âWeâre leasing a horse for the summer, with an option to buy. In fact, he just got here today. Iâm boarding him at Pine Hollow. Do you know the place?â
âEvery inch of it,â Stevie said. âAnd I can tell you, youâve just made the best decision of