“Mike, I don’t think Jacob knows.” I spoke up after we broke apart and I served everyone lemonade.
“Knows what?” Jacob looked from me to Mike.
Mike’s smile rivaled the Cheshire Cat. “I don’t believe he does. Should we tell him?”
I hummed. “Maybe we show him?”
Mike nodded. He went over to the shelf and grabbed the bag of French flour. I smiled, and bit my lip, excited.
“The whole reason why we closed down today.”
Mike set the bag down gently and caressed the top of it. Jacob came over and looked. His eyes grew wide.
“f*****g hell. Holy f*****g hell. Make me a line and I’ll do it right now on the counter.”
We snickered and I patted him in the back. “What should we do first?”
“What shouldn’t we do? Bread? Cakes? Pastries? I mean….the possibilities!”
Laughing, the three of us were
