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  Also by Denise Swanson

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  Copyright © 2018 by Denise Swanson Stybr

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  Contents

  Front Cover

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Back Cover

  To all the amateur chefs who dream of opening their own Chef-to-Go business.

  Chapter 1

  The tantalizing odor of pumpkin spice scented the air as Danielle Sloan watched her neighbor Ivy Drake stuff leftover Halloween cookies into her mouth. Dani had gone a little overboard trying out new recipes for the holiday, and as usual, Ivy had volunteered to handle the excess treats.

  Dani was nearly a dozen years older than Ivy, who, having skipped two grades, was an eighteen-year-old junior at the local university. But over the past few months, the two of them had drifted into a sort of big sister/little sister relationship.

  Ivy seemed to prefer hanging out with Dani to partying with friends closer to her own age. Most evenings, she ended up in Dani’s apartment, chowing down on whatever Dani had cooked that day while they both watched Cupcake Wars or Hell’s Kitchen.

  Dani wasn’t sure exactly why she enjoyed having the girl around, but her old psychology professor would probably claim that it was because of Dani’s deep-seated desire for siblings. She had begged her parents for brothers and sisters. But all they’d come up with to assuage her only-child loneliness had been a stupid goldfish named—wait for it—Goldie.

  “What are these?” Ivy interrupted Dani’s thoughts, gesturing with one hand to the cookie she was holding in the other.

  “Mystic macaroons.” Dani eyed the confections critically. “I’m not sure if I should have added the chopped candy corn or not.”

  “You definitely should. Candy corn is delish and corn’s a vegetable, which makes these cookies good for you. It’s a win-win,” Ivy assured her, then licked her fingers and added, “I’m so glad you quit your job. My roomies and I were dying of starvation before you started cooking for us. The only time we ever got a decent meal was if Uncle Spence took us out to eat, and I was beginning to feel like we were mooching off him too often.”

  “I’m sure he enjoys the chance to spend time with you,” Dani said, squirming until her back rested against the arm of her worn, plaid sofa. “So I hope you still go to supper with him.”

  She had never met Spencer Drake, but Ivy had mentioned that after retiring from a career in law enforcement in August, her uncle had taken a job as head of the university’s security department. Dani pictured him as a lonely, old ex-cop watching reruns of Law & Order as he ate his solitary meal off a TV tray.

  “Oh, we never turn down a free dinner.” Ivy wrinkled her nose. “But your cooking is wicked.”

  “Thanks.” Living in an apartment building full of college kids, Dani was fluent in the native lingo and interpreted Ivy’s statement as a compliment. “I’m happy you like it because I’m thrilled to get the food out of my kitchen.” She flicked a disapproving glance down at her curvy hips and belly pooch. “Otherwise, I’d eat it all myself.” Her shoulders drooped. “It’s not as if there’s a guy in my life for me to feed.”

  “You were right to dump Dr. McCreepy.” Ivy shot her a sympathetic glance. “You’re nobody’s side chick.”

  “Sadly, that’s not correct. He might have told me I was his girlfriend, but I was just his fill-in.” Dani massaged the back of her neck. Thinking about her ex, Dr. Kipp Newson, always made her tense. “It’s hard to believe that I didn’t realize he was engaged to someone else. Who would have guessed he’d have two Facebook accounts?”

  “Me.” Ivy’s expression was a mixture of pride and guilt. “I’m sorry I had to be the one to tell you, but I’m not sorry that I checked him out. I knew that loser was up to something when he claimed he worked every weekend.”

  “I figured as the newest doctor hired in the emergency room, he got the worst shifts.” Dani defended herself knowing that wasn’t the complete truth.

  In reality, she had known something was off with her ex, but for once, her father had been proud of her and she didn’t want to give up the guy who had finally won her dad’s approval. He had been more impressed when she’d introduced him to Kipp than when she’d graduated from college summa cum laude. Her dad was delighted that Dani was dating such a handsome, successful man, and she hadn’t wanted to acknowledge that there could possibly be anything wrong with their relationship.

  However, in her heart, Dani always believed it was too good to be true. There was no way someone like Kipp Newson would really be interested in someone like her—a less than beautiful, less than thin, corporate drone whose greatest achievement was a perfectly risen soufflé. And all her fantasies about a future with him had shattered when Ivy exposed him as the selfish, heartless, egotistical ass that he was.

  Dani had never been able to live up to her father’s standards of beauty and charm. In her dad’s eyes, she didn’t come close to her mother’s perfection. But living up to the memory of the gorgeous woman he’d loved and lost at such a young age was an impossible goal for his daughter to meet.

  Breaking into Dani’s depressing thoughts, Ivy said, “When Dr. Detestable threw such a fit when you posted a picture of the two of you, I knew he was hiding something.
”

  “You’re right.” Dani swallowed the painful lump in her throat. “And working in human resources, I certainly should have thought to investigate his social media presence more thoroughly.”

  “Speaking of which…” Ivy popped a third, or maybe fourth, cookie in her mouth, then mumbled, “Last week, when you announced that you had turned in your resignation, you never said why you were bailing on your job.

  “It’s hard to explain.” Dani paused, distracted by Ivy’s moans of appreciation at the cookie’s peanut butter and coconut flavor. Finally, Dani said, “I really didn’t have much choice. I had to resign. I was turning into someone I hated.”

  She paused, thinking about the reason behind the reason—the one she couldn’t share with Ivy. Even if she hadn’t signed a nondisclosure agreement, she wouldn’t have told her young friend about what she’d been forced to do. Although she’d resisted the CEO’s directive to dissolve an entire department and sweep a scandal under the rug, in the end, she’d gone ahead and followed orders that she knew were morally wrong—something she’d never allow herself to do again.

  “Oh?” Ivy tilted her head. “Who were you turning into that was so bad?”

  “A sycophant.” Dani spit out the words as if they were covered with slime.

  “Huh?” Ivy’s confused expression morphed into an accusing glare. “You just made that word up.”

  “I swear it’s a real word.” Dani hid her smile. Ivy was brilliant in the sciences, technology, and math, but her vocabulary lagged behind. Searching her mind for a relatable example, Dani said, “It means acting like someone’s minion.”

  “Oh.” Ivy nodded sagely. “But how did you know you’d been minionized?”

  Dani chuckled, then explained, “It was pretty damn clear that I was burned out. I mean, what kind of person hears that over the weekend their boss died of a heart attack and their first thought is, ‘Gee, I guess we won’t be having our usual Monday morning chew-out session after all’?”

  “Yeah. Even if the guy was a hater, that was cold.” Ivy used her tongue to rescue a crumb from the corner of her lips and frowned. “Which isn’t like you at all.”

  “That’s what worried me. At that moment, I knew that if I stayed, I’d only become more and more of a corporate zombie.” Dani blew out a breath. “Originally, I’d thought by being in HR, I could make a difference in people’s lives. Welcome new employees. Solve problems. Make the company stronger. But that didn’t happen.”

  “Why?” Ivy played with one of the bright-pink wisps of hair scattered among her long, blond strands.

  “Probably because I was working for the wrong firm,” Dani confessed. “There’s so much employee turnover, all I ever got to do was review résumés. After my inappropriate reaction to my boss’s death, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I couldn’t stand to read one more stupid response on a job application.”

  “Like the one you told me about?” Ivy giggled. “The guy who circled no to the ‘Have you ever been arrested?’ question, then felt the need to explain?”

  “Exactly.” Dani rolled her eyes. “He was doing so well until he got to the next question. Who knew a single word like ‘why’ would trip up someone so badly? If he would have just ignored it. But for some reason, he filled in the blank with ‘Never been caught.’”

  Both women laughed until they were gasping for air. They were still breathless when the doorbell rang.

  “Do you think we were too loud?” Ivy asked, swallowing the last of her giggles. “Mrs. Edwards keeps reminding us of the ‘no noise’ clause in our lease.”

  “In an apartment building full of college students, I doubt the manager would consider us her biggest problem.” Dani patted her friend on the shoulder, then headed down the hallway.

  Dani looked out the peephole and saw a young man dressed in a dark uniform and wearing a baseball cap that read GUARDIAN DELIVERY SERVICE.

  Raising her voice, she said, “May I help you?”

  “I have a package for Danielle Sloan.”

  Ivy had followed Dani to the foyer, and she snickered, “Have you been ordering kitchen stuff from the Food Channel again?”

  Dani shook her head, unlocked the dead bolt, and opened the door a few inches.

  “You need to sign for it, ma’am.” The deliveryman thrust a digital clipboard through the gap.

  Dani scrawled her signature, and the guy handed her an envelope with Confidential stamped on both sides. Thanking him, she locked up and returned to the sofa.

  “What is it?” Ivy stood in front of her, bouncing like she was doing a Tigger imitation.

  Having become used to Ivy’s extreme nosiness, Dani didn’t miss a beat as she answered, “It’s from a local law firm.”

  “Aren’t you going to look inside?” Ivy dropped down beside Dani.

  “I guess so.” Dani’s heart was racing.

  Was her ex-employer coming after her? She’d kept her part of the bargain. She hadn’t said a word to anyone about the real basis for her resignation.

  “Then do it before I die of curiosity,” Ivy demanded.

  Frowning, Dani slid her finger beneath the sealed flap and ripped it open. After a quick scan of the letter on top, she said, “It seems that I’ve inherited a house and the attorney for the deceased would like to meet with me at my earliest convenience.”

  Dani’s pulse raced. A house. She now owned a house!

  “What!” Ivy’s shrill scream sounded like a tea-kettle boiling over. “From who?”

  “Someone called Geraldine Cook.” Dani crinkled her brow, searching her mind for any memory of that name.

  “Where’s the house at?”

  Dani skimmed the next paragraph. “It says that it’s in one of the older Normalton neighborhoods and fairly close to the university.”

  “Which one? Mine?”

  “Got me.” Dani twitched her shoulders. There was more than one college in Normalton, Illinois, and she was geographically challenged. North, south, east, and west didn’t mean a lot to her.

  “Why did this Geraldine person leave it to you?” Ivy narrowed her bright-blue eyes.

  “I have no idea.” Dani finished reading the attorney’s letter, then turned to the handwritten note attached to the last page. “Here’s a letter from Mrs. Cook.”

  “What does it say?”

  Dani started reading aloud. “‘Dear Danielle: Your grandmother, Kathryn Sloan, and I were both members of Alpha Sigma Alpha sorority. We pledged together and became best friends.’”

  “That’s the grandma who died when you were really young, right?” Ivy asked.

  “Uh-huh.” Dani drew her legs up and hugged her knees. “I barely remember her. My parents never talked about her much because of some sort of feud between her and my mom.”

  “But your mom died nearly fifteen years ago.” Ivy wrinkled her forehead. “Didn’t your father talk about his mother then?”

  “Nope. Dad’s a world champion grudge holder and still refuses to discuss Grandma to this day.” Dani’s lips thinned. “I don’t even have a picture of her.” Dani’s chest tightened. “Maybe I’ll find some among Mrs. Cook’s possessions.”

  Ivy got up and started heading for the kitchen, calling over her shoulder, “Why would your grandmother’s friend leave you her house?” She came back a few seconds later with a can of Diet Coke in her hand.

  Dani shrugged and continued reading from Geraldine Cook’s note. “‘Kathryn and I made a promise to look after each other’s families.’” Dani swallowed a lump in her throat. She wished Geraldine had contacted her while she was alive. It would have been nice to meet someone who knew her grandmother. “‘I was widowed several years ago and I didn’t have children. My closest relative is a third cousin who I haven’t heard from in the past ten years, so—’”

  “She left you her for
tune!” Ivy screamed.

  “I wouldn’t go that far.” Dani smiled ruefully. “According to the attorney’s letter, the place is an old mansion that is currently undergoing an unfinished rehab.”

  “Why was an elderly lady without any family remodeling a big, old house?” Ivy sank down on the couch. “Was she planning to sell it?”

  “The attorney says she was turning it into a bed-and-breakfast. But she got sick before it was completed.” Dani picked up the lawyer’s letter, then ran her finger down the page stopping when she found the description of the property. “It’s a seventeen-room Italianate-style Victorian. Geraldine had completely renovated the top floor where she was living and was in the process of having the five bedrooms on the second level modernized for guests.”

  “What are you going to do with the place?” Ivy asked.

  “Since I only just found out about it, I don’t actually have a plan yet.” Dani chuckled, then continued thoughtfully, “There are enough hotels and inns around here already. And besides, I’m not too keen on having strangers constantly checking in and out of my home.” She blew out a long breath and added, “Plus, there’s the taxes and everything. With my savings and investments, I have a fairly decent cushion to tide me over until I find another job, but not enough to support a mansion. Especially one that might take a lot of money to make operational as a B and B. I’ll probably just sell it.”

  “What’s left to do on the remodel?” Ivy finally popped open her can of soda and took a long swig.

  “It looks as if three of the suites are completely finished. The kitchen has been totally gutted and remodeled and has passed inspection to prepare and serve food,” Dani admitted. “That leaves two guest rooms partially renovated and the carriage house, which hasn’t been touched.”

  “So you could move into the house and run it while you fix up the rest of it.” Ivy pinned Dani with a hard stare.

  “Probably.”

  “But?”

  “But it would be a waste of my education.” Dani chewed her lip, hearing her father’s voice lecturing her about her foolish ideas.