“The Stubens boy, the oldest. His girlfriend dumped him yesterday, so he decided to cry in his daddy’s beer. Since the result was him getting sick as three dogs, I think he’ll look for another way to ease his broken heart next time out. What’s that smell?”

“I’ve got a pork loin roasting. You’re welcome to stay for dinner.”

“I’d just as soon not sit here and watch you two make googly eyes at each other. But I wouldn’t mind you sending a doggie bag home with Zack.”

“Happy to.” She handed Ripley a cup of tea. “But we don’t make googly eyes at each other.”

“Do so.”

Nell got a plate of tiny appetizers out of the fridge.

“Man, do you guys eat like this every night?” Ripley asked.

“I practice on Zack.”

“Lucky bastard.” Ripley helped herself to a little wedge of bruschetta. “Anything he doesn’t go for, you can send on to me. I’ll let you know if it’s any good.”

“That’s generous of you. Try a stuffed mushroom. Zack won’t touch them.”

“Doesn’t know what he’s missing,” Ripley announced after one bite. “The catering deal’s moving along pretty well, huh?”

“It is.” But Nell dreamed of a convection oven and a Sub-Zero refrigerator. Impossible and impractical in her cozy cottage kitchen, she reminded herself. And, for the moment, out of Sisters Catering’s financial grasp. “I’m doing sandwiches and cake for a christening on Saturday.”

“The new Burmingham baby.”

“Right. And Lulu’s sister and family from Baltimore are coming in next week. Lulu wants to wow them. There’s some sibling rivalry there.” Nell jerked a thumb toward the oven. “I’m making this pork loin, so I wanted to try it out first.”

“That’s going some for Lu. She squeezes a penny until Lincoln weeps.”

“We worked out a deal, a barter. She’s knitting me a couple of sweaters. I can use them with winter coming.”

“We’ve got a warm spell coming. We’ll snag a bit of Indian summer before it hits.”

“I hope you’re right.”

“SoPamela. . .” Ripley bent down, picked up Diego. “How’s Mia doing?”

“She’s fine. She seems a little distracted lately.” Nell lifted her eyebrows. “Why do you ask?”

“No reason. I guess she’s busy making plans for Halloween. She really gets into it.”

“We’re going to decorate the store the week of the first. I’m warned that every kid on the island hits Café Book for trick or treat.”

“Who can resist candy from the witch? I’d better go.” She gave Diego a quick scratch as she set him down. “Zack’ll be along any minute. I can take that pot out of your way if you . . .” She trailed off as she glanced over.

A glory of crimson petals covered healthy green stalks. “Well, well, son of a bitch.”