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“What can I get you?” the wide-eyed lady asked, practically bouncing on her toes.
I looked from her to the bakery display and back again. “I have no clue.”
“Would you like help?” she asked.
I nodded. “Absolutely.”
“Well, let me start off by introducing myself. You’re my first customer!” she said. “I’m Maven Brumfield, and I just opened this morning!”
I took a bite of the Danish she’d offered me and saw heaven.
“Oh my God,” I said as I gasped. “This is…”
“Everything?” She placed both of her hands together in excitement, bouncing on the tips of her toes. “Is it good?”
“Is it good?” I laughed. “It’s great. I don’t think I’ve ever had anything so good before in my life.”
She clapped excitedly. Then her eyes danced as I ordered so many cookies and other desserts that she had to restock her shelves.
I pulled out my phone and texted Ande as the bakery owner filled my boxes, knowing that her social media reach might very well do the new business owner some good. Ande and I had started after the dinner with Quincy at his family’s place,
Circus House, Keene’s family circus, had the largest social media following I’d ever seen, and I knew that was courtesy of their sister, Hades, who was some social media guru.
Me:
Hey, can you ask Keene, or one of your sisters-in-law, to go check this place out? I think they’ll love it, and this girl is just starting out. She’s fantastic, though, and gave me like three free cookies because she wanted me to try them.
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Ande:
Screw Keene. I’m going right now. Those cookies look fantastic! Also, I’m a verified user on the account, I’ll post my own stuff on there. Then bring it to the show tonight.
Grinning, I had just put my phone back into my purse when another Carter caught my attention.
“Well, hello there, Hollis.”
I looked up to find Gable standing there, looking curious.
“Hey,” I grinned. “Are you working?”
He flicked his uniform shirt and said, “Maybe.”
I rolled my eyes, surprised he didn’t say ‘does it look like it?’
All of the Carter men were so freakin’ literal sometimes.
“Do you want a cookie?” I asked, holding up the box.
He looked at the multiple boxes I was holding, and his brows rose. “You going to an event or something?”
I shook my head, widening my eyes at him. “Nope.”
“Then why do you have three bakery boxes?” he wondered.
“Well,” I said as I pointed at the first one, “this is a wedding cake sampler. This one is a box of cookies that looked really good, and I couldn’t decide on. This one is a box of muffins, scones, and other bakery delights that I couldn’t decide on.”
Gable came up to me and glanced down into the box.