“What is it with him and his early-morning visits?” she muttered. Clearly expecting Wade, she fixed her most bored and disinterested expression before venturing from the back room to the front of the shop. She couldn’t decide whether she was happy or disappointed to find her brother at the door. “Oh, hi.” She unlocked it and let him in. “Great to see you, too.” He leaned down to kiss her cheek. “Sorry.” She gave him a quick hug and closed the door behind him. “Were you expecting someone else?” “Not really.” She shrugged. “Come on in the back room. I was just finishing up today’s batch of lemon meringue.” “I was right about Cousin Horace, wasn’t I?” He followed her into her workroom. “He did like you best.” “Well, of course he did. Why wouldn’t he? Everyone else does.” Stef teased. “Jealous?” “Nah,” he assured her. “Horace, bless his big heart, left me cash. Enough to finish the renovations on my house, so I’m happy.” Grant paused.
