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  “What am I going to do with you, Fat Cat?” She picked up the mangled treats and dumped them in the trash. “Sorry, Julie,” she called. “Quincy ruined them. You can pick some up at the shop tomorrow.” She cuddled her cat for a moment. She didn’t want him to feel bad. He was bound to be ravenous until his weight went down.

  After Anna and Julie departed, Chase poured a glass of pinot noir and rested her feet on the hassock in front of her favorite stuffed chair. She loved her living room every bit as much as her shop. It was decorated in mocha and cinnamon tones, with the soft leather couch being her big splurge. Framed Impressionist prints she’d picked up at the Art Institute of Chicago—the one place in Chicago she missed—graced the walls. She braced as Quincy pounced into her lap, his purr motor on high. Had he gained a pound already?

  • • •

  Laci Carlson, one of the two sales counter helpers at the Bar None, stared at the bags on Quincy’s shelf in the shop kitchen. “Quincy isn’t out of cat food. Why did you buy so much more?” Laci, who had recently graduated from high school, was petite and delicate, with huge sky-blue eyes, and insisted on curling her long, naturally straight hair every night. By now, early afternoon, it was beginning to lose the curl.

  The cat being discussed was safely latched in the office, where he spent his days during business hours. “He’s on a diet,” Chase said. “Do you think he’s all that fat?”

  The other salesgirl burst into the kitchen from the front. “There you are.” She stabbed a long, thin finger at Laci. “Have I not told you a dozen times to put the checks under the twenties? And to write down the driver’s license and phone number?”

  Laci wilted a bit before the taller woman. “I forgot, Violet.” She fingered the edge of her Bar None smock. The identical smocks, mulberry-colored and edged with pink rickrack, had been embroidered with the Bar None name and logo by a friend of Anna’s named Willow Vanderling, who lived in Pennsylvania. On the two women, they seemed like completely different garments. Vi’s looked sleek on her taller, more elegant frame, and the first thing you noticed about Laci’s was the trim, the color picked up by her pink blouse with frothy white lace edging. She favored frilly pastel tops with pearl buttons at the cuffs.

  “I’ll handle this, Vi,” Chase said to the tall, self-assured woman.

  Violet huffed and turned toward the salesroom.

  “You really do have to—” began Chase.

  “I know, I know. Violet just makes me so nervous. I’d rather work when she’s not here. It’s so nice and peaceful when she goes on break.”

  “We’ll go back to the old schedule next week, but I need both of you now. You know how many dessert bars we sell to the parents when students are moving onto campus.”

  Laci slunk through the swinging double doors to the front, the salesroom. Chase, alone now in her kitchen, reached for one of her large stainless mixing bowls and got down bins of brown sugar, flour, and baking powder from the open shelves that lined one wall of the no-nonsense kitchen. She stuck the conglomeration under her commercial mixer, set it whirring, and opened the refrigerator to pull out the shortbread base she had baked yesterday for Cherry Cheesecake Dream Bars, one of their specialties.

  Anna Larson came through the back door while Chase was breaking eggs into a smaller bowl.

  “Is that Doris Naughtly’s Beemer I saw out front?” asked Anna.

  “If it is, I won’t stop her from shopping with us, Anna.”

  “I know she spends plenty of money here,” said Anna, “but I still wish she’d take her business elsewhere.” Her frown made it clear that Doris’s car being in front didn’t make her happy.

  Chase knew a little about their old feud, but would like to get the whole story. She made a mental note to work on that one day soon, then started mixing in the eggs. “Can I help you carry anything?”

  “Could you bring the sodas in from my car? I’ll take over your mixing. What is it?”

  “Cherry Cheesecake Dream Bars. I’ll get one of the girls to help me carry them.”

  Anna bought several cases of soda every week. The college kids liked carbonated drinks with their sweet treats.

  Chase pushed through the swinging doors. She loved the front of the shop. The décor had been left up to her and she was pleased with the way it had turned out. The walls, striped with the colors of raspberry and vanilla, stood behind low shelves painted cotton candy–pink. The glass display case glowed from the lights within, illuminating trays of Lemon Bars, gooey Oatmeal Raspberry Jam Bars, and a colorful array of other flavors, from pink lemonade to margarita cheesecake.

  There were several customers in the shop, but only one was ready to buy. Doris Naughtly stood before the glass case, one hand on her hip, the other waving her diamonds at the tray of Lemon Bars. Violet was waiting on her, so Chase looked around for Laci to come help her unload. She found her behind a tall display of boxed treats on a table near the front talking to Ted Naughtly, their heads close together.

  That romance seemed to be heating up. Ted, Doris’s son, seemed like a nice enough kid, but had been sent home from Purdue in December, the middle of his sophomore year. His father, the owner of the second-floor donut shop a few doors away on Fourteenth Street, railed to all who would listen that the grading was probably unfair, the professors must have had it in for his kid. Flunking out didn’t seem to bother Ted nearly as much as it did his father.

  “Don’t you want some Peanut Butter Fudge Bars for your husband, Mrs. Naughtly?” Violet asked.

  That girl was a crack saleswoman. Chase was so glad she worked in the Bar None.

  Chase turned to look at Doris before she followed Laci into the kitchen. Doris hadn’t answered. The woman had a sour expression on her perfectly made-up face. She pursed her lined lips for a moment. “We are no longer together.”

  “Oh,” Violet breathed. Chase raised her eyebrows, startled. When did that happen? she wondered. She wanted to stay and hear the whole story, but it would seem odd—and nosy—since she was mostly through the doorway. She’d get the scoop from Violet later.

  Or . . . maybe she could get it from Laci now. They went to the parking place behind the store and each lifted a case of soda from the trunk of Anna’s robin’s-egg-blue Volvo.

  “What’s going on with the Naughtlys?” Chase tried to sound casual.

  “Why? What did you hear?” Laci’s blue eyes grew even larger than usual.

  “I just heard Doris say that she and Gabe are no longer together.”

  “Oooh!” The young woman wailed. She gripped the case of cans, squeezed her eyes shut, and let her sudden tears splash onto the cardboard, leaving damp splotches.

  “Oh dear.” Chase set her case down and took Laci’s. “What is it?”

  Laci sniffled. “It’s been so hard on Teddy. He’s so heartbroken.”

  He hadn’t looked heartbroken to Chase. He had looked very interested in what was inside Laci’s frilly blouse.

  Chase was sorry she’d asked. The girl was so overly emotional.

  “Maybe they’ll get back together. They’ve been married an awfully long time.”

  Laci shook her head, mutely, taking the cardboard case from her, still weeping. “They’re getting a di-divorce.”

  “Let’s go in. You can go to my office for a bit to compose yourself if you need to.”

  She nodded. “I suppose Ted’s gone by now anyway.”

  Chase counted to three. “If you’d rather talk to Ted, go do that instead.” Chase shifted her case and took a tissue from her pocket. “Here, dry your face.”

  Laci stared at the crumpled tissue.

  “I haven’t used it. I stuffed it in my pocket this morning.” Chase thrust it at her.

  “I have some,” Laci said, and proceeded into the shop.

  Chase counted to twenty this time. Laci and Violet were by far the best candidates s
he and Anna had interviewed six months ago when they opened up. Maybe someone new needed a job by now. Who was she kidding? She knew she wouldn’t fire the girl. After the humiliation of being let go from not one, not two, but four jobs in Chicago, she’d never do that to anyone else. Either Anna would have to fire her or Laci would have to quit.

  Chase came in the door, left open by Laci. Quincy padded in behind her.

  Anna let out a stifled scream and pointed at the cat. “A mouse,” she whispered, so the customers wouldn’t hear her.

  “Oh, Quince. He must have run out when we opened the door.”

  “But how did he get out of the office?” rasped Anna.

  “How does he ever get out? I wish I knew.”

  She chased the cat around the prep island and succeeded in cornering him. The mouse was, luckily, dead. After she persuaded Quincy to drop it, Chase picked it up with about thirty paper towels and took it out to the industrial-size trash bin, being careful to keep the cat inside the kitchen.

  When Chase reentered, Anna had redeposited Quincy in the office. Chase wondered what she’d given him to eat. Anna was adding the coconut extract and nuts to the eggs and brown sugar for the batch of Hula Bars she had just started.

  “You want me to finish them up and you can go out front?” asked Chase, scrubbing her hands with a stiff brush at the deep sink against the outside wall.

  “Absolutely not. I have no desire to come into contact with—”

  The tinkle of the chimes on the front door was followed by a booming voice. “Well, well, well. Here’s the happy family.”

  Anna groaned. “Not Gabe!”

  He didn’t come in often, mostly because his wife brought him his favorites, the Peanut Butter Fudge Bars Violet had suggested. Maybe, thought Chase, he’s come to buy them for himself since they’re splitting up.

  She rushed out front. Gabe Naughtly blocked the way of his wife and son as they were trying to get out the door.

  “What’s your hurry?” His rotund body produced a lot of sound. His gravelly voice filled the little room.

  “Mr. Naughtly, can I help you?” Chase hurried to the trio.

  The man swiveled his mostly bald head in her direction. “Hold your horses. I just got here.”

  Chase saw that Violet was packaging six of Gabe Naughtly’s favorites.

  “Gabe, leave me alone.” Doris looked distressed. Ted tried to look bored, but concern showed on his face, through the three-day stubble he’d cultivated. He was much taller than his little round father but, even at his young age, was tending toward beefiness.

  To Chase’s surprise, Gabe stepped aside to let his wife leave. Doris lifted her head and managed an air of aplomb as she swept past him. Ted threw his father an intense stare that Chase thought looked hostile.

  Gabe stood frowning after them for a few seconds. Then he stumped across the wooden floor to the counter. “I’ll have a half dozen of those.” He poked his finger at his usual, leaving a smudge on the glass.

  “All set,” said Violet, hoisting the white paper bag printed with the Bar None name and logo, a cookie bar beside a fat ring striped in dark red and pink.

  “Has the health inspector been here?” he asked Chase.

  Health inspector? Again? “No. He was completely satisfied last time you sicced him on us. Why would he be back?”

  “I told him about the rats behind your store.”

  “What rats? The ones you put there? The white ones you bought from the pet store like last time?”

  “Ha. Very funny. You won’t be laughing when they close you down. The rats might be indoors next time.”

  “I’m not laughing now.” Chase felt her face turning bright red, her heart racing. She clenched her fists to keep from punching him. The man was an absolute pig. “Vi, don’t sell those to this man. Gabe Naughtly, leave my shop. Don’t come here again.”

  “Over my dead body.”

  “If that’s what it takes.”

  She felt Vi and Laci’s amazed expressions at her implied threat. Gabe’s glare was just plain mean.

  “You’ll see,” he said as he stomped out.

  Vi silently set the paper bag below the counter. Laci got busy rearranging the prepackaged treat boxes. Chase stalked toward the kitchen, but Anna stood with one of the swinging doors open.

  “I heard everything,” she said. “Don’t worry, the health department won’t close us.”

  Chase collapsed onto a stool, starting to shake as her adrenaline rush let up. “What if he puts rats inside, instead of in the alley?”

  “Quincy would catch them,” said Anna.

  “But what if a customer saw one? He might do it, you know. That would be the end of us.”

  Anna stroked her hair. “He can’t do anything to us, sweetheart. The business is going well, we’re making a profit already, months ahead of our schedule. I even heard two women talking about our Toffee Bars in the drugstore yesterday.”

  “I don’t know why he wants this location so bad.” Chase leaned her head into Anna’s body.

  “Probably because we’re doing so well, Charity. He’s probably picking on us because we’re the newest business in the area and he figures we’d be the easiest for him to dislodge. He’s wanted to relocate from the second story for a long time. I know he’s approached other business owners about buying their properties. Trouble is, he doesn’t have the money to do it.”

  Anna’s hand on her head soothed Chase. She started to relax.

  “But he sounded serious. I’m afraid he’ll do something awful to close us down.”

  “How could he? Why don’t you take a walk to work off some of your negative energy.”

  Anna was right, Chase told herself. He couldn’t shut them down. Could he?

  TWO

  Laci and Violet had just left and Anna pulled down the front shade with the words “Bar None—Closed” on the other side. It had been a busy, profitable day.

  Chase gave Anna a high five as she turned. “We did it again.”

  Anna’s smile gave Chase a needed lift. She loved how the skin around her eyes crinkled, kind of like the way butter topping will crisp up on the top of a cookie bar. Anna was the sweetest person she knew. After her parents had died in a small plane crash, Anna Larson had taken her in, per her parents’ will. After all, Anna had raised Chase’s mother.

  A knock sounded on the closed and shuttered front door.

  “That’s Julie,” said Anna, moving the shade aside to check.

  “I came for my Hula Bars,” Julie said. “Did you make some today?”

  “I did,” Anna said, “and we sold most of them. Let me see if there are any more.” They both followed Anna into the kitchen, where Chase needed to finish the cleanup.

  “Laci and Violet are outside arguing,” said Julie. “Did you know that?”

  Chase and Anna sighed in unison. Chase freed Quincy from the office. He jumped up with all the grace of an Olympic gymnast and patrolled the counters for leftover crumbs, pointedly ignoring his mistress. It was his nightly routine. Chase had her own routine, as a result, disinfecting the countertops last thing every day.

  “Those two,” said Anna. She rummaged through the refrigerator for the leftover Hula Bars.

  “They were at it today,” said Chase.

  “I hope you realize that we can’t continue to have them working here together,” Anna said. “I’d like to replace Laci, but then we’d have to go through the whole hiring process again.”

  “That was torture, wasn’t it?” Chase said. “There were so many unsuitable applicants. You really think we should let Laci go?”

  “I’d like to see that,” said Julie. “You can’t stand to fire anyone. You told me so yourself.”

  It was true that Chase was a natural born peacemaker. She disliked confrontation immensely. But Chase also didn�
��t want Anna making all the decisions, since they were partners. After all, Anna was the one who had picked Laci and Vi to hire. Chase just knew that she couldn’t fire either of them.

  Chase shook her head. “Yah, you’re right.” Then she brightened. “Hey, I have some dirt on the Naughtlys. They’re splitting.”

  “Wow,” said Julie. “What’s he going to do without all her money?”

  Anna, who had been bending low, straightened up. “They were both in here today and—”

  “Anna,” shouted Chase. “What were you doing?”

  Anna’s eyes widened in innocence. “I wasn’t doing anything.”

  “You slipped a cookie bar to Quincy.”

  “Only one. Here are some of the new bars.” Anna put them in a bag and gave them to Julie. Then she hefted the garbage sack out of the wastebasket and headed to the back door.

  “What’s going on?” asked Julie. She climbed onto one of the stools at the work counter and Chase sat beside her. After Julie had graduated from law school, she’d taken a job in the district attorney’s office. Chase was so proud of her for getting through law school and landing a good job.

  “I did something awful today.” Chase studied her lap.

  “It couldn’t be that bad.” Julie ducked to see her friend’s face.

  Chase raised her head. “I got into an argument with Gabe in front of my staff and some customers.”

  “It’s not the first time, is it?” Julie grinned. “He’s not your best friend.”

  “No, he’s not.” Chase smiled at Julie and gave her friend a fake punch in the arm.

  “I made her walk around the parking lot a few times to cool off afterward,” Anna said, returning from taking out the trash.

  “It did make me feel . . . a little better.”

  “But I meant, what’s the big deal with Quincy?” Julie said.

  Chase told her all about the visit to the vet and Quincy’s new regimen, since they hadn’t discussed it last night.

  “I hear Dr. Ramos is kinda hot,” Julie said.

  “I thought so at first, Jules. But he’s mean, putting Quince on such a tiny amount of food. Look at him. See how hungry he is?”