Maple Frosted Murder (Donut Hole 2) - Plot & Excerpts
he said. “You’re a Southern boy, aren’t you?” she asked. “Born and bred right here in Texas,” he said. “You from somewhere else?” “I lived in New York for a few years,” she said. “Ah. Then you’re not impressed by what we call ‘winter.’” She smiled. “Not so much. It’s nice not to have to deal with snow and ice, though. So, how may I help you? Are you back for more donuts?” “And a large coffee. You may not be cold, but I am.” “What kind of donut would you like?” she asked as she reached for the coffee pot and a cup. “Hmm.” He walked up and down in front of the glass display cases, peering into them, until she set the cup of coffee on top of the case next to him. “I can’t decide,” he said finally. “What do you recommend?” “Try the White Christmas,” she suggested. “Frosted in white vanilla frosting with peppermint crumbles.” “I’ll try it,” he said. “Are you going to be eating here, or getting these to go?”
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