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tripped,” I said sadly.
    Granny’s brow wrinkled, her face grimacing in disgust. “Hell no I didn’t trip. I was pushed!”
     
     

CHAPTER FIVE
     
    “Wow. I can’t believe someone would deliberately push your grandmother,” Monty said as he pulled up to the front of my Gran’s home. Granny lived in a rambling house on several acres in Chambersburg, Pennsylvania. Though the house was obviously in need of repair, it was spacious and the land surrounding it was beautiful.
    “Didn’t you say she was in her late seventies, Angie?” Kyle asked.
    I nodded.
    “You know how it is with the memory as you get older,” Kyle said. “Not saying anything against your Grandmother, but it’s possible she remembered wrong.”
    “I guess it’s possible,” I said, “but not probable. That woman’s memory is better than mine.”
    I shook my head. No matter how hard we had tried to get it out of her, Granny would not tell us who she thought pushed her. She just clamped up and finally pretended to fall asleep. Why wouldn’t she tell me?
    As we clamored out of the car, I could see Missy waiting for me on the porch. She lived in Pittsburgh and I didn’t get a chance to see her that often. My sister and I were still very close though, and I raced up the porch stairs to hug her.
    Kyle and Monty weren’t far behind, and I noticed my sister’s eyes widen as she saw the two of them.
    “Kyle, Monty…I’d like you to meet my sister, Melissa. Everybody calls her Missy.”
    Missy was pretty old school. Though I knew she loved and accepted me, she still wasn’t used to the fact that I had been bitten and turned into a wolf shifter. It shocked her that I had stopped dating regular men altogether and only dated shifters, but regular men didn’t get it done for me anymore. I had a voracious sexual appetite…one only a sexy shifter could satisfy.
    “I…ah…hi…are you?” Missy blurted out.
    I knew what she was wondering. “Yes, Missy, they’re bear shifters.”
    “But we don’t bite the humans,” Kyle joked.
    Missy gulped. “Okayyy…well, come on in.”
    Missy led us to the kitchen. Granny’s house had plenty of rooms, but we always tended to gather round the big farm table in the kitchen. The kitchen was the heart of her home and boasted her prized possession—a large, commercial oven.
    We took a seat at the big oak table and Missy fixed us glasses of lemonade.
    “When did you get here, Missy?”
    “I drove up yesterday morning. The baby has croup, so I need to drive back later today.”
    “Ugh, sorry to hear little Lisa is sick. Have you talked to Archie?”
    Archie, our brother, was in the military and stationed overseas.
    “Yep, I gave him the scoop on Granny. He’s sorry he can’t be here and happy she’s doing well.”
    “She seemed to be pretty feisty when we saw her,” I said.
    “Yeah, I saw her yesterday and early this morning. I wanted to look over the orders she has and see if I could figure out what to do. I know she’s worried about them.”
    “Is there anything we can do to help?” Monty asked.
    Missy arched her brows at Monty. “Not unless you can bake. Look at this.” Missy got up from her seat and walked over to the desk. She pulled a ledger out of the desk drawer and handed it to me.
    I grimaced as I opened it and saw orders placed, some as long as a year ago, for cakes, cookies, and other bakery items.
    “I know she doesn’t want to cancel, but there’s no way she will be able to fill these.”
    I glanced back down at a page in the book. Each entry was very thorough with the items ordered, date of order, place, and time to deliver, along with special instructions.
    “Ugh, I know she doesn’t want to,” I said, “but what choice do we have? We’re going to have to call them all and cancel.”
    “We have a little problem, Angie,” Missy said, grimacing. “Do you see those numbers next to the order date?”
    “Yeah?”
    “That was her deposit. She’s gotten hundreds of