“Cakes have such a terrible habit of turning out bad just when you especially want them to be good.”
— Anne of Green Gables, Lucy Maud Montgomery
“Buttermilk, buttermilk,” Hutch muttered under his breath as he scanned the grocery’s cold case shelves. “Buttermilk, where are you?”
A half-stifled giggle made him turn his head. A woman was watching him, head cocked and eyebrow raised.
“Buttermilk? You don’t look like the buttermilk-drinking type,” she said. Her tone was teasing, but her flirty smile and the assessing gleam in her eyes clearly telegraphed her interest.
Hutch gave her a polite smile and noncommittal shrug, then turned back to resume his search, but the woman was undeterred by his lack of response. She moved closer, and Hutch caught a whiff of Shalimar. Continue reading “December 18th- A Piece of Cake by hardboiledbaby”
