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Authors: Karen Rose Smith

Epilogue
Two weeks later
 
Saint Francis of Assisi Catholic Church held many memories for the De Luca family. Caprice knew today they'd be making another one here.
The church was about a hundred years old and had that innate holiness about it. The painting of angels on the high ceiling in the sanctuary, the arched stained-glass windows depicting the nativity, St. Francis, as well as the archangels, all added to the hushed sacredness of the place. Afternoon sunlight streamed in the windows now. Father Gregory had performed Benedict's baptism in conjunction with the last Mass. Caprice, Nikki, and Vince had taken turns holding him, and he'd been the best baby ever.
Now as they all gathered at the back of the church, Joe and Bella looked so proud. Friends of the family had gathered there, too—Bella and Joe's neighbor who often babysat the children, a few of her mom and dad's friends, Roz and also . . . Grant.
Nikki, her mom, and Nana were the first to leave. Nikki had prepared trays of lasagna, sausage bread, salad, and an assortment of cookies for dessert. They'd decided to have the gathering at the De Lucas' home since Joe and Bella's house was smaller. It just made sense.
Caprice hadn't spoken with Grant since the debacle at the Downing estate had gone down. Caprice knew she'd walked right into it, not knowing what she was walking into. Thank goodness the paramedics had rushed Chet and Rachel to the hospital quickly enough to save them from the effects of the tincture. Thank goodness for modern medicine—activated charcoal, gastric lavage, and breathing support. Thank goodness Stacy Miller had been caught. In a bit of rage, she'd confessed to everything, even to Detective Jones after she had been Mirandized. She'd been charged and arraigned for first-degree murder, two counts of attempted murder, and aggravated assault. Since she seemed willing to plead guilty, her sentence could be life imprisonment instead of the death penalty.
Joe and Bella tucked Ben into his bunting and then into his car seat. Bella said to Caprice, “We'll see you at Mom and Dad's.”
“I'll be right behind you,” Caprice assured her.
She heard Vince ask Grant, “You're coming to dinner, aren't you?”
Grant glanced at Caprice. “I'll be along.”
Vince exchanged a look with Roz, with whom he was spending more time, and then nodded, guiding her out of the church with his hand at the small of her back.
Grant approached Caprice, and she felt a bit jittery.
“They seem to be getting along,” he said as an opener.
“They are. The Valentine's Day dance could have started something.”
Grant looked uncomfortable at the mention of the dance, and Caprice hadn't wanted to make him feel uncomfortable, so she quickly rushed ahead. “The christening went well, don't you think?”
“I think you and Nikki and Vince will make terrific godparents.”
“We'll certainly try.”
Avoiding eye contact, Grant looked up the aisle at the inside of the church, along the pews, his gaze settling on the altar. “I haven't been in a church for a long time.”
Caprice thought that was as personal a statement as Grant had ever made to her because it spoke deeply about what he'd been through, about dark days, about his attending the christening anyway in spite of what he might be feeling.
She waited, having no idea what he'd say next.
“It's a day I wanted to be here, not just for Joe and Bella and your family, but because I have a lot to be grateful for. You being here, for instance.”
Now he did look at her, really look at her, and she couldn't look away.
She swallowed hard. “I'm okay, Grant. I can't tell you I wasn't in any danger . . . because we all were. But I didn't go to the Downings' looking for what I found. I just wanted to talk to Chet.”
“I know. Vince told me that, along with how you saved Chet's and Rachel's lives.”
“Lady did that,” she said with a smile, hoping to lighten their conversation.
“I don't know if I want Lady being your partner in snooping.”
“I would have caught on to Stacy more quickly if she'd originally been from Texas and had an accent, but she was raised in Kansas. Her family moved to Texas when she was a teenager.”
“And if you had caught on more quickly?”
“I would have gone to Detective Jones, of course.”
Grant was quiet for a few moments, and then he asked, “Have you taken a refresher course in self-defense yet?”
She felt herself blushing, because she was embarrassed she hadn't. “With the pups, raising and training Lady, and then the holidays . . .” She trailed off.
Grant stepped a little closer. She smelled his woodsy cologne and liked the crags on his face. She liked so many things about Grant Weatherford.
Shoulder to shoulder with her now, he said, “You can't rely on the pitching arm Vince helped you develop if you're going to continue to investigate murders. You've got to take that refresher course. I'll be glad to pup-sit for you.”
Her heart beat faster. She quickly agreed. “I'd like that.”
Together they left the church, looking forward to the christening celebration at the De Luca family home.
Original Recipes
Fran's Baked Macaroni and Cheeses
Preheat oven to 350°.
2 cups elbow macaroni
3 ½ tablespoons butter
1 small clove garlic, grated
¼ cup finely chopped onion
3 ½ tablespoons flour
½ teaspoon salt
¼ teaspoon pepper
2 ½ cups whole milk
12 ounces Cooper Brand CV Sharp Pasteurized Process American cheese cut into small cubes (I use this cheese because it melts smoothly and doesn't separate.)
½ cup Monterey Jack cheese, grated
A sprinkle of smoked paprika
Bring four quarts salted (2 teaspoons) water to a boil. Pour in macaroni and stir. Boil according to package directions—about ten minutes. Drain well and pour into a three-quart ungreased casserole.
 
Melt butter in 3-quart saucepan. I use a stainless-steel pot on medium heat. Add onion and garlic and stir for about one minute. Do NOT brown. Blend in flour, salt, and pepper. Cook, stirring constantly on medium heat until smooth. Slowly stir in milk. Allow mixture to come to a boil (I turn to high-medium heat—if heat is too high, you will get lumps!), stirring continuously so it doesn't stick to the bottom of the pan. Let bubble until thickened—about two minutes. Lower heat and add cubed American cheese and grated Monterey Jack, stirring often. Once cheeses are melted, stir the cheese sauce into the macaroni. Cover and bake for thirty minutes. Uncover and bake an additional ten minutes.
 
Remove from the oven and sprinkle with smoked paprika.
Caprice's Pepperoni and Cheddar Bread
Preheat oven to 350°.
Grease and flour a 9”×5” bread pan.
5 eggs
½ cup 2% milk
2 cups flour
3 teaspoons baking powder
1 teaspoon ground mustard
½ teaspoon salt
2 ounces turkey pepperoni, torn or cut into small pieces
8 ounces shredded cheddar cheese
Beat eggs until they are frothy. Add milk, flour, baking powder, ground mustard, and salt. Beat until smooth. Stir in pepperoni and cheddar cheese. Pour into prepared 9”×5” pan. Spread evenly. Bake at 350° for 45–50 minutes until golden brown. Cake tester should come out clean. Remove from pan after 10 minutes. Enjoy warm. Refrigerate remainder when cool.
Caprice's Cran-Orange, White-Choco Cookies
Preheat oven to 375°.
½ cup margarine (softened)
½ cup butter (softened)
½ cup granulated sugar
2 large eggs
2 teaspoons baking powder
½ teaspoon baking soda
¼ teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
2 cups flour
2 tablespoon grated orange peel (I use one tablespoon fresh—about 2 navel oranges grated—and 1 tablespoon dried. (Adjust for your taste!)
½ cup Rice Krispies®
1 cup dried cranberries (I use Ocean Spray Craisins®)
1 cup white chocolate chips
Mix softened margarine and butter. Cream with sugar. Add eggs and mix well. Add baking powder, baking soda, salt, and vanilla extract. Mix well. Add flour ½ cup at a time. Mix in orange peel. Stir in Rice Krispies®, dried cranberries, and white chocolate chips.
 
Drop by rounded tablespoonful onto lightly greased cookie sheet. Bake about 12–13 minutes until golden brown and set. Peek at the bottom of one to make sure it's golden brown. Remove from cookie sheet immediately.
 
Makes about 33 melt-in-your-mouth cookies.
Please turn the page for an exciting sneak peek at
Karen Rose Smith's next
Caprice De Luca Home-Staging Mystery
DRAPE EXPECTATIONS
coming in August 2015!
Chapter One
Caprice De Luca's cocker spaniel bounded up the wide staircase beside her.
“Why do you think Ace wants to see us?” she asked Lady, her golden-colored, seven-month-old pup.
Lady gave a bark and Caprice stopped midstaircase to smile and ear-ruffle her dog. Lady was a lower pack, stay-close dog who responded easily to praise, attention, and conversation. Caprice was about to engage in more conversation when—
Suddenly she heard Ace Richland's baritone call to her from his mansion's second-floor hall. “We're in the secure room.”
Ace was a rock star legend making a comeback. He'd bought this estate in Kismet, Pennsylvania, after Caprice had staged it to sell with a wild kingdom theme. He'd wanted a place to relax away from glitz, glamour, and glare to reconnect with his twelve-year-old daughter. Her mother enjoyed sole custody and Trista spent the odd weekend with him.
Caprice wondered who was with Ace. He'd said, “
We're
in the secure room.” Was his daughter here this weekend? When Ace had phoned her, he hadn't told her why he wanted to meet with her. Maybe he had another room he wanted her to redecorate.
But certainly not the secure room, with its climate control and digitally coded locking mechanism.
Ace had told her she could bring Lady, but she didn't know if he wanted her dog in
that
room. The previous owner had stored expensive artwork in there. Upon Caprice's suggestion, Ace used the room for his vast collection of guitars.
When she reached the room with Lady, Caprice said, “Stay,” giving her dog a hand motion for the command. At seven months old, Lady still had a lot of pup in her.
Lady whined a moment. She liked Ace and had probably already caught his scent.
Caprice's straight, long, dark-brown hair fell forward as she pulled a treat from the little pouch belt she wore and stooped to reward Lady. Though praise usually did the trick, every now and then Caprice still liked to give the pup something extra.
“She can come in,” Ace called. “All the guitars are hanging on racks, and she certainly can't hurt this rubber floor.”
Caprice walked into the room, letting Lady wait a moment so she didn't receive confusing signals. Ace
wasn't
alone. A blond woman stood there, her shoulder-length waved hair perfectly coifed, her jeweled necklace and earrings screaming,
Lots of money here
. Her perfectly matched cranberry-colored sweater and slacks, evidently bought from a designer rack, shouted sophistication. Manolo Blahnik shoes accentuated her long legs.
Although Caprice knew fashion, she indulged in her own fashion sense, mostly wearing vintage and retro. On this March day, with the wind blowing, she'd opted for her red bell bottoms, one of her favorite Beatle T-shirts in red and black, and a crocheted yellow vest. After all, this wasn't a professional visit, she didn't think. Ace was sort of a friend.
Now he gave her one of his wicked grins. “Let Lady come inside and I'll introduce you.”
Caprice turned toward Lady, patted her hip, and said, “Come, girl.”
Lady bounded toward her, wiggled at her feet for a few minutes, and then ran right over to Ace.
Immediately he crouched and petted the dog's head. “You're such a good girl. Just like Brindle.”
Ace's daughter had taken another one of the pups in the litter that Caprice had helped deliver and named her Brindle.
The blonde cleared her throat and Ace got to his feet. Caprice watched Lady for her opinion of Ace's guest.
Her dog stayed close to Ace with wary eyes on the blonde.
Lady was a good judge of character, but Caprice should at least have a conversation with the woman before she sized her up too quickly.
“Caprice, meet Alanna Goodwin. Alanna, Caprice De Luca, home-stager extraordinaire. After all, if it weren't for her staging, I never would have bought this place.”
So
this
was Alanna Goodwin. Caprice had heard gossip about Ace and the Southern-born-and-bred Alanna. Supposedly he'd met the widow at a black tie function in Harrisburg over the Christmas holidays and had been dating her ever since. Now that Caprice had a good look at her, she remembered this woman attending an at-home concert Ace had given for the drop of his new single last month.
Caprice extended her hand to shake Alanna's. Alanna gave her outfit a look, somewhat like the look her sister Bella often gave her when she criticized her fashion sense.
But then the Southern beauty smiled winningly. “Hello, Caprice, it's so good to meet you. Ace speaks highly of you.”
“Well, good,” Caprice said with a smile. “I speak highly of him.”
Ace gave a chuckle. “As I told you, Caprice says her mind. But she's usually right on the mark with staging and decorating.”
Caprice wondered what Ace was up to. Drumming up business for her?
“Do you need my professional services with something?” she asked Alanna.
“Ace insists you're the best.” Alanna looked toward Ace adoringly. “Do you want to ask her or should I?”
Ace's boyish look and a twinkle in his eye told Caprice he wanted a favor.
As he moved closer to Alanna, Lady came to stand with Caprice.
He said, “Alanna's going to sell her Kismet house and move in with me. I'd like you to stage it to sell. You can fit her in, can't you?”
He gave Caprice a little wink, and she knew what that meant. He was playing the friend favor card. After all, he'd done a couple of favors for her that had included leading a teenager on the right track in life. Ace was a good guy under the razzamatazz rock legend exterior, and she would help if she could.
She mentally reviewed her professional commitments. She hadn't intended to schedule a new client for another two months.
“Ace said you do your best work under pressure, although I don't know how he knows that,” Alanna commented with a probing glance.
If she was honest with herself, and she usually was, Caprice had already sized up Alanna just as Lady had. She sensed there was an edge of steel in the Southern beauty, and she wondered if they'd clash or mesh on the best staging course to take if she accepted her as a client.
Alanna sweetly but cuttingly asked, “Have you been in Ace's guitar room often?”
Maybe Alanna just wanted to know if she was a threat. There had never been anything romantic between her and Ace.
Caprice explained, “I've been in here before when I was staging the house. I'm the one who suggested that he use it for his guitars.”
“Caprice has been in my home more than most people,” Ace added. “She redecorated Trista's room before she came to stay for the first weekend, and then redesigned it again when I got it all wrong.”
“All wrong?” Alanna asked with a perfectly shaped eyebrow quirking up.
“I wanted it in pink and ruffles, trying to keep Trista a little girl. She hated it. But she and Caprice put their heads together and came up with exactly what Trista liked. Caprice will do a good job for you, Alanna. I know she will.”
The best course to take was to see Alanna's house as soon as possible. So much for having a free Sunday afternoon.
She asked Alanna, “How does tomorrow afternoon suit? I can take a look at your house and you can decide if you'd like me to stage it.”
After Alanna gave Caprice a once-over again, including Lady in the assessment, she nodded. “I'll pencil you in. But just so you know, I have a cat. You'll probably want to leave your dog at home.”
 
 
A stiff March breeze whisked past Caprice's restored yellow Camaro on Sunday afternoon as she drove toward Alanna Goodwin's house a few miles outside of Kismet. Winter had been long and harsh this year. That sometimes happened in Pennsylvania. She'd spent many nights curled up on her sofa in front of a blazing fire, Lady on the floor beside her, her cat Sophia on the afghan on the back of the sofa as she worked on home-staging designs. But today, the promise of spring was faintly in the air.
As she turned down one rural road after another, she appreciated the bucolic setting with its rolling hills, groves of maples, sweet gum, and sycamores. She considered the older neighborhood where she lived in a 1950s Cape Cod that was just perfect for her and her animals. She was five minutes away from everything in Kismet, yet close enough to Harrisburg, York, D.C., and Baltimore to draw clients from there.
Her Camaro made a vroom as she took the last turn leading to Alanna's house. She drove her work van more than she used to when she had Lady along so her dog could be housed in her crate in the back. It was safer for her pup that way. Today she appreciated the responsiveness of her Camaro, and the exhilaration she felt when she drove it.
Lady was home alone this afternoon on another trial run. Her training was going well, and instead of penning her in the kitchen, Caprice had been giving her the run of the downstairs when she wasn't going to be away more than an hour or two. Lady and Sophia were buddies now. Toys that, when batted about released food crunchies, also kept Lady busy and out of trouble.
Alanna Goodwin's house, White Pillars, was easy to spot. Caprice had Googled Alanna after meeting her. The widow's deceased husband, Barton Goodwin, a self-made multimillionaire, had built the edifice for them twelve years ago when he'd moved them from Mississippi to Kismet. He'd died about a year ago. Apparently Alanna wasn't still in mourning and was ready to move on with her life.
Caprice tried not to be judgmental. She didn't like anybody judging her. Alanna and Ace? They just didn't seem to fit together quite right.
Alanna's home resembled a plantation mansion. Tall white pillars that had given the estate its name surrounded two sides of the house. Along the east side of the mansion stretched a screened-in veranda that Caprice imagined might also stretch along the back. As she parked in the driveway, pulled her patent-leather purse with her electronic tablet from the seat beside her, and climbed out of her car, she stared up at the mansion. The entrance somehow managed to be both formidable and southerly inviting. She felt as if she was traveling through the old South and had come upon an historical showplace.
A multi-toned chime sounded when Caprice pressed the bell. Alanna herself opened the huge white door, smiled easily, and after a “hello” invited Caprice inside.
Today Caprice had dressed in loose-legged khaki slacks with a military-cut jacket reminiscent of one the Beatles wore at their landmark Shea Stadium concert. Her low navy patent pumps coordinated with her purse. As she stepped into the house, her long hair swished over her shoulder. She was ready for this meeting. She just hoped Alanna Goodwin was too.
“What do you want to do first?” Alanna asked.
“Let me have a look around. A theme is already presenting itself, but I want to make sure. I'll run it by you after I take a look at everything.”
Right away, Caprice could see Alanna's furnishings were all Southern hospitality with traditional appeal. A crystal chandelier in the foyer, large prisms dangling from it, hung directly above a round, pedestal table with a three-foot-tall flower arrangement. Lilies projected a sweet scent that probably permeated the adjoining rooms. If Alanna had a cat, she shouldn't have lilies anywhere in the house. They were toxic to felines.
As Caprice moved forward, she could see early to mid-nineteenth century style landscape paintings decorated the walls in the living room. She was pretty sure the mid-nineteenth century antiques were
not
reproductions. High-backed, floral upholstery-trimmed chairs in dark wood complemented two velvet settees.
As Caprice stepped into the dining room, admiring the dark wood table with its solid wood chairs, made unique by ornamental backs and arms, a beautiful white Persian cat suddenly appeared. It blinked at Caprice and meowed.
“Well, hello there! Just who are you?”
The cat gave another meow then walked slowly toward Caprice, ending up beside her and rubbing against her leg. Without hesitation, Caprice automatically dropped down and held out her hand.
The animal sniffed it and butted her head against Caprice's palm. Caprice laughed, touching the soft-as-cotton long hair. “You're a beauty.”
“And she knows it,” Alanna said. “That's Mirabelle. She's declawed. You don't have to worry about her scratching you.”
Declawed—so she wouldn't mar any of Alanna's furniture, carpet, or heavy drapes. Caprice tried not to look too aghast. When trained correctly, a cat didn't have to damage anything. Apparently Alanna hadn't wanted to put the effort into teaching her to use a scratching post.
Mirabelle kept by Caprice's side as she rounded the long dining room table with its green eyelet runner and ornate stand in the center that held a display of fruit and nuts. In the kitchen, pie safes, glass-fronted cabinets and hutches provided additional storage to display decorative plates and large tureens.
As Caprice made a thorough tour of the rest of the house, Mirabelle followed her the whole way. Every once in a while, Caprice stooped and petted her, and the cat responded affectionately as if she was starved for the attention. That really wasn't fair. Caprice didn't know what kind of a pet owner Alanna was.
At one point Alanna said, “I can tuck her away so she doesn't bother you.”
Caprice wasn't exactly sure what Alanna meant by that. But she already liked the cat who just seemed to want company. “She's fine with me.”
However, pets aside, by the time she returned downstairs, she wasn't sure how Alanna and Ace were going to combine their very different styles. She didn't think Ace would particularly like heavy armoires and four-poster beds, pie safes, and ornate sculptures. Yet, maybe it was Alanna's Southern charm that had attracted Ace to her. Who knew?

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