Traitor.
“Well…”
“Oh, my dear sweet Blair,” Lily exaggerates. “Moved here from the city?”
I nod.
“Which one?” Lily asks.
“San Francisco.”
“Well, I’ll take you to the General Store and help you pick some stuff out,” Lily says with certainty.
“My sister is also mailing me some stuff,” I add.
“That will take forever with how our postal service works,” Autumn says, rolling her eyes. “At least let us take you to get some stuff to hold you over.”
I smile at both of them. It’s a genuine one that feels strange. I can’t remember the last time I felt like this. “I’d love that,” I say, finally taking a bite of the crumb cake. “Oh my lord. This is orgasmic.”
Lily extends her arm like a showcase display but looks at Autumn. “See, Autumn.Thisis the reaction I want from all our customers.”
“If you want that so much, put a sign on the door that says, ‘Please use sexual references to express how much you enjoy our treats’.”
“I just might,” Lily says confidently, with her hands on her hips and chin held high. “I take pride in my baking.”
“I know the feeling,” I jump into the conversation. “I mean, I don’t do it for money or business, but baking has kept me sane most of my life.”
“I might have to hire you before anyone else can.” Lily winks.
“Listen, I’ll be happy with whatever you can set me up withto get my feet on the ground here,” I say. “But if you gave me a choice, this bakery might be number one on my list.”
Lily waves a finger in the air like she’s drawing. “Noted.”
Itfeelslike a good day today.
And it most definitely is.
Because I think I’ve made a friend.
Something I need if I want to survive here all alone.
CHAPTER 7
DON’T CURSE IN FRONT OF LITTLE EARS.
Griffin
Tucker got stuck on a job site longer than expected and ended up being later than usual for work. In true Tucker fashion, he came barreling into the bar like his ass was on fire, apologizing profusely for being late.
It didn’t help that I had a sour attitude.
But what else is fucking new?
It wasn’t because he was late, though; the evening crowd decided today was the day they wanted to celebrate happy hour a whole hour earlier than we have scheduled.
So yeah, I’m driving home with a piss-poor attitude.
Only to pull into my driveway and become more aggravated than I was five minutes ago because Nan is sitting onmyporch.
