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“So, I’m guessing she’s the one who put the fresh vase of flowers on the nightstand?”

“Savage sure as hell didn’t do that.”

I sniggered. “I need her number. I want to thank her. She didn’t have to go to the trouble.”

He put her number into my phone and then handed it back to me. “I’m going to get going,” he said.

“You’re leaving?” I asked.

“Yeah. I won’t be camping outside your place. No need for that. But when you head back to the bakery, text me. My number is in your phone.”

“What if I have to go to the bakery at five in the morning?” I asked.

“Have mercy on me,” he teased. “Make it at least five-thirty.”

I chuckled. “I’m just kidding. We’ve shifted gears to catering and everything happens a little later in the morning.”

“How is the catering thing going?” he asked as I walked him to the door.

“Pretty well, actually.”

“Doc says you make damn good pies.”

“I do.”

“How’s your apple?”

“Better than basic. Why?”

“Can I get you to make me an apple pie?”

I smiled. “I’d be happy to make you an apple pie.”

“How much?”

“Hmm. No charge.”

“I gotta pay you.”

“Nope. Consider it the cost of gas for your bike. And services rendered for looking out for me.”

“You’re okay, Brooklyn.” He grinned.

“So are you, Duke.”

“Oh, I forgot to mention, Willa did a bit of grocery shopping for you. There’s some stuff in the refrigerator to get you through the next couple of days without having to go to the store.”

With a wave, I closed the door after him and locked it. After a moment, I heard the rumble of his motorcycle, and he was gone.

I looked around the living room. It was devoid of furniture, and I sighed. As annoyed as I was, I thought it would be nice if Slash came back to all his clothes cleaned, folded, and put away. I’d forgotten to pack any laundry detergent or dryer sheets, and I didn’t want to drive all the way back to the bakery to get them, so I let it be for now.

My stomach rumbled, and I gave it a pat. “Okay, I hear you.” I went to the refrigerator and opened the door.

Some stuff.

The thing was full. Including a few cartons of orange juice as well as ginger ale. I ignored the fridge and began opening the cupboards. There were boxes and boxes of Saltine crackers.

How had they known what I’d need after a bout of morning sickness?


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