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Holt’s skin prickled with anticipation. It was nearly go time.
“Menu board?” Holt asked.
Brax slid the sign with the day’s offerings and prices scrawled in block print onto the hooks on the side wall. “Locked and loaded.”
“POS system?”
Jonah stabbed a few buttons, causing the cash register drawer to pop out. He shoved it back in. “Up and running and full of change.”
Holt bent to slide the last tray of blueberry muffins into the display case that stood on the site of the original scarred wooden bar. The streusel topping glittered like edible diamonds. They looked good beside the orange cranberry scones and the apple cinnamon oatmeal bars. Brax had filled the other side of the case with gleaming, buttery pastries. The shelves on the wall behind them were loaded with baskets full of J
