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Liss MacCrimmon shot him an incredulous look. Explain what? The sequence of dance steps that made up a Highland Fling? The years of training that went into creating a professional dancer? Her life?
Former life, she reminded herself, and felt a sharp pang in the region of her heart for all she had lost. In a few minutes the lights in the auditorium would dim and the show would begin. Members of Strathspey, the company of Scottish dancers Liss had belonged to from the time she was nineteen until a career-ending knee injury forced her into "retirement" seven months earlier, had come to Fallstown, Maine, to perform.
At her urging, Liss reminded herself. This had been her own idea. She'd made all the arrangements to bring the show to the University of Maine's Fallstown campus. Time to suck up any regrets and try to enjoy the evening. Besides, seeing the show from this side of the curtain would bring closure. She hoped.
"Liss?" Dan prompted.
She'd overreacted to his question. He was showing an interest, that was all. Turning her face up to his, Liss forced a smile.
It wasn't really a hardship to smile at Dan Ruskin under any circumstances. He'd been a childhood friend.Since Liss's return to her old hometown he'd become something more, although she wasn't entirely sure where their relationship was heading. At the moment, they lived in separate houses, each facing the town square in Moosetookalook, a picturesque village just north of Fallstown in the western Maine mountains.
Dan smiled back, showing an engagingly boyish grin. He'd always had that, even when he was a gangly kid who seemed to be all arms and legs. During the ten years Liss had been away, first in a two-year college and then pursuing her career, he'd turned into what one of Liss's friends liked to call "a tall drink of water." He was a pure pleasure to look at-sandy brown hair worn a little too long, eyes the color of molasses, and a lean, well-muscled build. The work he did-construction with his father's company and making custom furniture in his spare time-kept him in shape and gave him the sort of fluid grace Liss associated with lions. Dan Ruskin: king of the jungle.
"What?" The look on his face now was slightly worried.
"Nothing. Just a stray image. You as a big cat."
"You're picturing me as Lumpkin?" Startled, he shifted away, as if he wanted a little distance to take a good look at her. In the process he bumped against the woman sitting on the other side of him. "Sorry, ma'am."
From the row behind Liss and Dan, Sherri Willett stuck her head between them, bringing with her a faint whiff of the flowery perfume she saved for special occasions. Ordinarily, she smelled only of Dove soap and mint toothpaste. "Dan as Lumpkin? Really? When he's biting ankles or when he's catching mice by sitting on them?"
Fighting laughter, Liss tried to rein in the images flooding her mind. Lumpkin was the large yellow neutered tomcat she'd inherited along with her house. Like most felines, he acted as if he owned her rather than the other way around. Sometimes she wasn't too sure but what he had the right of it.
"I said big cat, not fat cat," she protested.
"No, wait. I can see Dan as a pussycat," Pete Campbell chimed in. He was Sherri's brand-new fiancé, having popped the question just three weeks earlier, on Valentine's Day. Like Liss, Pete had Scottish roots and had long taken an interest in Scottish festivals, Scottish music, and Scottish athletics.
"Meow," Dan said. Then he leaned in to whisper in Liss's ear. "Does this mean I get to sleep with you?"
"On my feet, or curled around my head?" she whispered back, listing two of Lumpkin's favorite spots.
The lighthearted bantering reminded Liss that she was attracted to Dan for more than his looks. He was fun to be with.
He was also steady. Reliable. Safe. She frowned at the last word choice, wondering why she should have thought it, and why such a sterling quality sounded just the slightest bit, well, stodgy.
The life she'd led before returning to Moosetookalook had been unpredictable. Exciting. Occasionally unsettling and even a little scary. She'd traveled all over the country with a ragtag band of free spirits. She still missed those days and now, right here at home, her old company had come to her. As the lights in the auditorium dimmed to call stragglers to their seats, she finally answered Dan's original question.
"You want to know about Strathspey? Think Riverdance, only Scottish."
"Yeah, I got that part, but-"
"Shhh! It's about to start." Liss's very mixed feelings about being in the audience instead of on the stage returned in a rush. Dan knew some of what she'd gone through when she'd learned she could never dance professionally again, but he didn't really understand. No one but another performer could grasp what it meant to be denied a means of artistic expression.
As soon as the lights were down, taped music swelled. Just that quickly, Liss was back in the past, waiting in the wings, ready to go on. She could almost smell the rosin that kept their dancing shoes from slipping, and the dust that clung to the theater curtains, and what they still called "greasepaint," even though modern cosmetics had long since replaced old-fashioned stage makeup.
Liss's breath hitched. Someone else was back there now, palms just a bit sweaty, heart racing in anticipation. She forced herself to watch as the curtain rose and a slim blonde of medium height stepped out onto the stage. Her name, according to the program, was Emily Townsend. As Liss once had, she led the rest of the company in the country dance that opened the eighty-minute show.
She was good. Very good. For just a moment, Liss hated her guts.
Then the magic of Strathspey caught her in its spell. As well as she knew the production, it still had the power to tug at her heartstrings. Loosely based on stories told by Scots who'd migrated to America, the plot wove together all the traditional Scottish dances-from reels to a sword dance-but they were performed within the tale of a young woman separated from her lover during the infamous "Highland Clearances" of the mid-eighteenth century. At that time, many Scots were deprived of both home and country. Families were rent asunder, friends scattered. In this retelling of history, however, the two sweethearts were reunited. The piece ended happily, with a wedding.
Strathspey was a celebration of Scottish-American heritage, moving and exhilarating. As the first number seguéd into a tune performed by the company's featured vocalist, a soprano, Liss relaxed and began to enjoy her unaccustomed role as a spectator. She'd never fully appreciated how well the dancers looked when seen as a group, or how nicely the occasional song-sometimes in Gaelic, sometimes in English-augmented the visual display. When the lone piper performed "Flowers of the Forest," she had to wipe tears from her eyes.
Without comment, Dan passed her his handkerchief.
Liss had only one bad moment-the point in the program where she had taken the misstep that had ended her career. She caught herself wincing even as Emily Townsend sailed through the routine unharmed.
Of itself, the injury might not have been so disastrous, but it had come on top of years of high-impact activity, all of which resulted in accumulated damage to both knees. In common with other athletes, dancers didn't expect to keep at their profession until a normal retirement age, but Liss had assumed she'd be able to perform until she was in her forties. Her career had ended at twenty-seven.
Oh, stop the pity party! she admonished herself as she rose with the others to applaud at the end of the show. You've got a new life now.
As if to prove it, Sherri Willett reached forward again to touch her arm. "I'm so glad you invited us to the show. I've never seen anything quite like that."
"I'm glad you liked it."
"It was wonderful!" Sherri clapped louder as the performers, faces slightly flushed from their exertions but wreathed in smiles, came back out onstage for a final bow.
Apparently the rest of the audience agreed with Sherri's assessment. Someone whistled approval, and from another part of the auditorium, Liss heard the rhythmic stomp of boots, a clear sign of approbation in this part of the world.
When the applause finally died down, Liss turned to collect her winter coat from the back of her seat. Everyone else was doing the same. The March night had been clear and cold when they'd arrived at the campus theater, but there had been the smell of snow in the air. Even those staying for the reception had dressed for the weather and now donned coats, scarves, gloves, and hats over warm and practical indoor clothing.
Standing, Liss towered over her petite blond friend. She was accustomed to that. At five-nine she'd almost always been one of the tallest females around. Half the time she was also taller than most of the males in the vicinity. Dark-haired, dark-eyed Pete Campbell was five-ten but he had a tendency to stoop.
As Dan, who stood a refreshing five inches higher than Liss did, shrugged into his heavy woolen topcoat, she gave herself another little lecture: Chin up. Smile. Think positive.
Her nervousness roared back with a vengeance, far worse than the case of jitters she'd suffered through that afternoon. She thought again that she should have found someone to work for her at Moosetookalook Scottish Emporium, the store she co-owned with her aunt, Margaret Boyd. She should have been here in Fallstown to greet the members of Strathspey when they arrived on their tour bus. She'd arranged rooms for all of them, but she should have settled them in herself, made sure there were no problems. Instead she'd left them to their own devices.
Sherri would have filled in for her. She worked at the Emporium part-time, when it could be managed around the schedule of her full-time job as a corrections officer and dispatcher at the county jail. Or Liss could have closed up shop for the day. It wasn't as if March was their busy season for walk-in sales. She'd had only one customer all afternoon.
As they made their way out of the auditorium, jostled now and again by the crowd, a blast of cold air reached them through the open outer doors. Had she warned everyone that they'd need warm clothes? Of course she had. And they knew that already. This wasn't the only northern New England gig on their tour.
Stop fussing! she ordered herself. They didn't need you around earlier.
In fact, she'd probably have been in the way. Everyone in the company had their own preperformance routine. It did not include taking time to visit with former coworkers. There would be ample opportunity for that now that the show was over.
"You okay?" Dan asked in a voice so filled with concern that she wondered what he'd read in her face.
Liss nodded and continued her silent pep talk as they slowly closed the distance to the exit. She'd survived the first challenge. Only two more to go. Next up was the reception for the entire Strathspey company. That shouldn't be too bad. Lots of chatter. Good food. Everyone in a sociable mood. But at the end would come challenge number three. She was taking two members of the company home with her. Two of her dearest friends would be in residence until Monday morning, when they left on the next lap of their current tour. Liss wondered if she would be able to convince them that she was content with a life in which she stayed in one place, managed a gift shop, and would never again set foot on a stage.
Dan Ruskin was rural Maine born and bred. He'd gone as far as the University of Maine's Orono campus to pick up a bachelor's degree but had returned to Moosetookalook to work for his father right after graduation. He didn't consider himself a hick. He'd attended plays and concerts before ... but never anything like Strathspey. He still wasn't sure what he'd just seen. If pressed, he supposed he'd call it a variety show.
As they walked from the building that housed the theater to the Student Center where the reception was to be held, he watched Liss carefully. At first casual glance she looked just as she always did, a tall, slender, graceful, self-possessed brunette with a flair for wearing scarves and bright colors. Her winter coat was vivid green.
But this evening she was unaccountably nervous. She betrayed herself in little ways-periodically curling a strand of her dark brown shoulder-length hair around her index finger; tugging repeatedly at the bottom of the black velvet vest she wore over a lace-trimmed white blouse. In honor of the occasion she had selected a new outfit from the stock carried by Moosetookalook Scottish Emporium. She wore the blouse and vest with a full-length plaid skirt.
Tartan, he corrected himself. The pattern was called tartan. Personally, he didn't see what the big deal was, but apparently some Scottish Americans got all bent out of shape if you used the P-word.
"You okay?" he asked again, keeping his voice too low for Sherri or Pete, walking just behind them, to hear.
It was hard to tell by the security lights that illuminated the pathway, but Dan thought her changeable blue-green eyes looked worried. The too-bright smile and the hint of panic in her voice also betrayed her state of mind.
What was the big deal? She'd worked with most of these people for eight years. Why should she be nervous about seeing them again? She ought to be excited. Happy. Dan was tempted to lump her behavior together with all the other things a man would never understand about the way a woman's mind worked, but something told him the answer wasn't that simple.
The Student Center at the Fallstown branch of the University of Maine had a large function room available for social gatherings. A few months earlier, Dan and Liss had attended their tenth high school reunion there. He hoped this evening turned out better than that one had.
A glance at his companions told him Sherri and Pete were probably thinking the same thing, but Liss clearly had other matters on her mind. The bright lights inside the building showed him that she was worrying her lower lip with her teeth. What next-wringing hands?
"Liss, if you don't want-"
"Hang this up for me, will you?" She slid out of the ankle-length wool coat and just as neatly slipped away from him before he could manage a reassuring touch. By the time he'd located the nearest coatrack and found hangers for Liss's coat and his own less stylish garment, one of L. L. Bean's Maine Guide jackets, she'd vanished.
At his questioning look, Pete shrugged. "Said she wanted to talk to the Scone Lady. Make sure everything is all set with the refreshments."
Janice Eccles, aka "the Scone Lady," was a baker from the nearby village of Waycross Springs. She specialized in scones, a particular weakness of Liss's. Together, Janice and Liss had come up with a new recipe especially for this reception: cocktail scones. Dan had sampled the prototype. They weren't bad, but in his opinion were nothing to write home about, either. Liss had disagreed. She might not have seen any of the members of Strathspey since she'd left the company, but she had stayed in touch by phone and e-mail. She'd sent word to several of her closest pals that they were in for a new taste treat at the Fallstown reception.
Liss rejoined Dan, Sherri, and Pete some ten minutes later, by which time the function room was filling up nicely. She was just polishing off one of the flaky pastries, another sign she was nervous. Liss considered scones the ultimate comfort food.
"Everything in order?"
"Couldn't be better."
"Uh-huh. Listen, Liss-"
"Sandy!" Eyes alight-they flashed more green than blue-she waved at three members of the Strathspey company, two women and a man, who had just entered at the opposite side of the room. "Zara! Over here."
The man heard and waved back. He hadn't bothered with a coat and was still in costume-unless he went around in a kilt all the time. Dan recognized him, both by his jet-black hair and his outfit, as the "romantic" lead in the show. From the looks he was getting from the women in the crowd, females apparently found him attractive. He did bear a faint resemblance to Sean Connery in his James Bond days, and Dan had it on good authority-his sister, Mary-that Connery was "to die for."
Excerpted from SCONE COLD DEAD by KAITLYN DUNNETT Copyright © 2008 by Kathy Lynn Emerson. Excerpted by permission.
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Posted December 9, 2008
Liss MacCrimmon had to retire at the age of twenty-seven from Strathspey, a company of Scottish dancers that she was part of for years. She returned to her hometown of Moosetookalook, Maine where she co-owns with her aunt the Moosetookalook Scottish Emporium. She is very excited as her formers Dance Company is coming to town to perform at the student center of the University of Maine at Fallstown.------------------- At a reception after a show, she is glad to see her old and trusted friends, but also sad as she misses performing especially on the road. Troupe manager Victor Owens is eating a special cocktail scone when he keels over and dies. Apparently the scone contained mushrooms, which he was allergic to. It seems obvious that someone murdered him. Liss questions each dancer individually and realizes that the victim was considered surly, sarcastic and abusive those were his positive traits. He had plenty of people angry with his overall meanness and his ability to publicly humiliate his performers. When the lead detective realizes the troupe is hiding things, he asks Liss to assist him, but he only intended for her to help with the questioning not the dangerous sleuthing.------------------------ Kaitlyn Dunnett has written a character driven regional cozy that provides the audience with an interesting look at a traveling dance troupe. Sub-genre fans will appreciate SCONE COLD DEAD as the story line contains enough suspense to keep the reader alert (and avoiding mushrooms) yet a strong local and visiting cast makes for a delightful read. Although why a professional would ask an amateur to help on a homicide investigation even if he does not understand the vernacular or the reticence of the dancers seems a stretch this technique enables the audience to see behind the scenes of the troupe. Filled with plenty of local characters also, perhaps Ms. Dunnett might consider a side series starring the townsfolk in their own tales.------------------- Harriet Klausner
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Great cozy read from Kaitlyn 'Dunnett' - I'm sure that pun is intended !
Protagonist, Liss, very real and very likeable. One fall in a performance with her Scottish Strathspey dance troupe prematurely ended her career, but not her interest in her dance family. Having arranged a tour stop in her Maine hometown, she anticipates nothing but reunion. But someone else has a different outcome in mind...
Multiple red herrings throughout the read, quirky character traits, and romantic triangles kept this reader both reading and guessing.
Definitely enjoyable hours spent with the content reaching a satisfying conclusion!
Posted February 8, 2013
Liss MacCrimmon is the proprietor of the Moosetookalook Scottish Emporium. She is determined, again, to avoid "looking into" the case of a former collegue who is poisoned by a mushroom filled scone. Alas, her attempts were foiled when the local state policeman asks for her help with finding out more about the members of her former dance troupe. Liss tries to minimize her involvment but, alas, she just can't help herself. Add in a cast of likely suspects who are all her friends or acquaintences, a hunky state policman and a jealous boyfriend, and you have the makings of a delightful cozy that lives up to Ms. Dunnet's previous book in this series.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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