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To say the rest of that evening was restless would be akin to comparing Maryland’s affection for Old Bay to my slight preference for walnut-honey cream cheese over berry cream cheese. In other words, there was no comparison.
I barely slept, and from the look of Mart the next morning, the same was true for her. We both could have played extras in a zombie film and wouldn’t have needed to visit the make-up trailer.
I arrived at the store a bit before ten and was pleased to see that Marcus had already arrived for his shift and gone through the opening procedures. I had never been as glad as I was at that moment to have hired him.
Rocky was off that day for her classes, so Mart was covering the café . . . and I hoped she didn’t scald herself with hot coffee. Sleep deprivation does not ma
