Chapter 6: Chocolate-Covered Long JohnsMurphy pulled up to the curb in front of Siobhan’s cottage. Parked in the drive was a late model Cadillac, a more expensive car than he would ever purchase, not because he couldn’t afford it but because he preferred a more economical drive. When he’d been growing up, his family hadn’t been wealthy, but they were comfortable now and intended to stay that way.
He got out of his hybrid and retrieved the box of candies that he’d made, then opened the trunk and removed the cooler that held a one-gallon container of cherry-chocolate ice cream. It was a lot, but he had no doubt three people who liked chocolate would make inroads into it. And what was left over would be saved for another time.
The front door opened before he could close the trunk and make h
