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The bell above the door gave a soft chime, and the warm, buttery air wrapped around them as if it had been waiting. Flour dusted the counter like fresh snow. A tray of cinnamon rolls cooled near the window, glistening with glaze. “I swear I didn’t steal it,” Mara said, sliding a mixing bowl into place with exaggerated care. “You wouldn’t have to steal it if someone hadn’t moved it,” Nora replied, tucking a tea towel over her shoulder. She glanced toward the back shelf where the old cookbook used to sit. “It was right there yesterday,” Mara insisted, lowering her voice. “Next thing I know, Mrs. Delaney’s missing heirloom recipe card is gone.” Nora leaned in, eyebrows lifting. “Maybe it fell behind the flour bin.” Mara looked horrified. “Flour bins don’t eat cards. They just make everything look guilty.” Nora’s smile sharpened. “Then we should stop making everything look guilty and start looking.” She pulled open the pantry door. A puff of cinnamon-scented air escaped, followed by silence. Nora reached past the sacks and tugged free a folded card, edges smudged with cocoa. “Found it,” Nora said, holding it up like evidence. Mara exhaled. “Okay. But who put cocoa on a cinnamon card?” Nora’s gaze flicked to Mara’s apron. “You tell me.”