“That explains the extra early morning and triple the amount of baked goods.” I laugh.
“Yep.” She nods. “And even with all of this, we’ll sell out by ten in the morning.”
The bell over the front door chimes and Lily leaps off the counter. We both check the hole through the kitchen door and find Poppy walking toward us.
“It’s Founder’s Day,” she practically yells in excitement with her hands in the air, doing a little dance in the kitchen with Lily.
“Where are you going to be today?” Lily asks her.
“I’ll be at the school for the carnival rides this afternoon. But I have some time to kill and couldn’t sleep due to excitement, so I came to see if you needed an extra hand to set up your stuff.”
“Duh,” Lily replies, reaching for an extra apron and tossing it to Poppy. “We need those cookies on the table over there packaged up in the cellophane bags for individual sale.”
“On it.” Poppy salutes, before getting to work. “Oh, has anyone talked to Nan to find out who’s moving onto my street?”
“Someone’s moving to your street?” Lily questions.
She nods. “She told Mom and Dad that it’s some kind of celebrity. She won’t give up a name. She won’t even tell us how or why he’s popular. Started throwing out some lies about how she had to sign a nondisclosure agreement, and everything is being done off the record so no one can even look it up.”
“That’s…strange,” Lily replies.
“I know. I thought the same thing,” Poppy says, turning to face Lily. “Like if this guy is a ‘celebrity’”—she uses air quotes to emphasize the word—“is it because he’s some type of criminal? I don’t want a criminal living on my street.”
“Have you asked Griffin if he knows anything?” Lily says.
The sound of his name causes me to fumble the whisk I was using. Enough that it crashes to the ground, sending batter flying everywhere.
“Shit,” I mumble under my breath and hoping they ignore me.
“Are you okay?” Poppy asks first.
“Yep,” I choke out nervously.
I turn to face both of them and I know my cheeks are bright red right now. For no reason.
Okay, maybe for a reason.
And it’s definitely not embarrassment.
“Have you asked Griffin if he knows anything?” Lily repeats her question to Poppy but looks at me curiously.
I feel the corners of my lips twist into a smile, so I quickly turn around, grabbing a new whisk to get back to work.
“Blair!” Lily shouts with excitement.
“Don’t do it, Lily,” I warn over my shoulder with a whisk in the air. “Don’t. Do. It.”
She grabs my shoulders, spinning me around and I’m met with the stares of both Lily and Poppy standing directly behind me.
I groan, letting my head fall back and closing my eyes.
“I said my brother's name twice.” Lily holds up two fingers. “And both times you got flustered. Explain.”
I look from her to Poppy and notice a knowing look on Poppy’s face already. Like she knows exactly what happened last night.
But how could she? I’m overthinking it because there is no way Griffin called his sister after that to talk about the things we did on his porch.
Just the memory of last night stirs something in my stomach.
