Chapter 54

“They’re cupcakes,” Spencer said. “You can divide them up…take out as many as you need to.” He brought the box closer and started to unfurl the plastic wrap. “I can do it for you.” Spencer was almost to the box itself, the lid. “What if I rearrange about half of them on a nice platter?”

“Cupcakes? Our UPS driver ordered cupcakes?” Mrs. Weller grabbed for the big red box. “I can rearrange cupcakes myself, Mr. Holiday.”

So she hadn’t seen it.

“I wouldn’t have troubled you for that.” She reached for the flap, ready to throw open the lid.