Chapter 5
“How can I help?” I asked Charlie and Abby as everyone filed out. Everyone cleaned up their dishes, but I knew it wasn’t that easy. Since I really didn’t want to go home yet, I figured I could stick around and help them clean up.
“We’re good,” Charlie said automatically, but Abby said, “Wash dishes,” at the same time.
I stashed my Prada bag on a clean section of counter and rolled up my sleeves.
“You don’t have to help,” Charlie argued.
“She offered,” Abby argued right back. “Plus, the others left and you guys will be up early.”
Charlie grumbled but moved to the side to let me get at the sink. “You know I feel bad making you guys wash up. It’s my bakery. You shouldn’t have to come here to work.”
“And you shut down every Tuesday so we can all be here and have fun. On top of
