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wondering what’s in that box on the counter,” Valentine said when the silence at the table grew long, “it’s a cake for Mason.”
    “Really? That was nice of you, Valentine,” Mason replied sincerely. “We love your cakes.”
    Valentine beamed, clearly pleased with the compliment. “It’s a birthday cake someone ordered for you, a secret admirer,” Valentine said. “I didn’t know it was your birthday.”
    Crockett turned his attention back to Valentine, relieved that he had a reason to look at her.
    “It’s not my birthday,” Mason said, frowning. “It’s not any of our birthdays.”
    The smile slid from Valentine’s face, and Crockett felt sorry for her.
    “Oh,” she said softly.
    “Who sent it?” Last asked.
    “She paid cash,” Valentine said. “She just said she was a secret admirer. I thought you knew her.” A becoming blush spread across her delicate cheeks. “I’ll take the cake back.”
    “No way,” Mason said. “I never give up cake.” He took the box from Helga.
    “Mason, no,” Valentine said. “Believe me, you do not want this cake.”
    “Mmm, chocolate,” Mason said, cutting off a big piece. “Plates for everyone, please, Helga.”
    Then Mason stopped, looking confused. Crockett could feel Valentine shifting nervously on the bench, as if she wanted to get up and flee.
    Mason lifted a thong from the center of the cake. “What’s this?”
    Last started laughing. Olivia hid a smile. Minnie and Kenny were agog, and Annette pushed mashed potatoes into her hair happily while the adults’ attention was elsewhere.
    “The lady said she’d just been to Victoria’s Secret and wanted to send you something you liked almost as much as chocolate,” Valentine said.
    She sounded on the verge of tears, so Crockett put an arm around her shoulders, giving her a squeeze. To his surprise, she hid her face against his chest. It was only for a second, but it was enough to send an arrow of joy quivering straight into his heart.
    “Oh, well,” Mason said. “I can’t imagine who sent it, but since you baked it, I won’t let a thong stop me from eating a delicious Baked Valentine. If you think about it, this brings a whole new meaning to the name of your store, Valentine.”
    Crockett knew Mason was trying to make Valentine feel better by making her laugh, but she wastoo embarrassed. “It’s okay,” Crockett told her. “We get stuff like that all the time.”
    The second he said it, he wished he hadn’t. Valentine pulled away from him. She took Annette from Last and started to wipe the potatoes off the baby’s fingers and from her hair.
    “Nice going, Leonardo da Vinci,” Mason said to Crockett, slapping a piece of cake in front of him. “Now Valentine thinks we’re a bunch of panty-collecting apes.”
    Helga used a pair of tongs to snag the offending missive off the table and toss it in the trash. “Bad girls.”
    Silence fell.
    “Don’t be upset, Valentine,” Olivia finally said. “The cake is wonderful. And so pretty, too.”
    “Thank you,” Valentine said softly. “I’m sorry to have to call it a night in the middle of dinner, but Annette’s managed to get potatoes mashed into her diapers. I’m going to take her on home.”
    They all stood, trying to get her to stay. Helga offered to rinse the baby at the sink, and Last said a bit of potatoes wasn’t going to hurt Annette. But Valentine thanked Helga for dinner and said good-night, not really looking at any of them.
    The front door closed, and Crockett looked at Mason. “Sorry. I was trying to make her feel better.”
    “I don’t think it worked.” Mason sat down, licking the frosting from his fingers. “I have to say, she bakes so much better than the folks who used to own the store. This is good .”
    It was more than Crockett could stand, thinking about Valentine walking to her little house on the far side of the ranch, alone and upset. If Last wasn’t going to get up to walk her home, then Crockett