CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
THAT NIGHT, CONNIE’S doorbell rang just as she finished cooking the beef cutlets. “Just a minute!” She hurried to the front door and checked the peephole. “What the hell?”
CeCe Babbitt stood on her front porch with flowers and candy.
Connie held her breath, cracking open the door. “CeCe?”
His mouth widened into a huge smile, showing his front teeth. “Hello, Detective Wilks.” He gazed at her with his head to the side. “Am I interrupting you?”
“What are you doing here?”
“I brought these for you.” His watched her with a glassy gaze. “Here you go.” He held out the assorted flowers and heart-shaped box. “I hope you like flowers and candy.”
“Um..” She took the items. “Why would you bring me flowers and candy?”
He caught his bottom lip between his teeth. “Why not?”
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