“Crazy!” she exclaimed, pulling her eyes away from him to take a sip of her water. “Think there will be another eight o’clock rush?”
“There always is,” he muttered. “We’re starting to sell out of a few things now.”
“Like smoke bombs,” she said, smiling.
“Yes, that worked well,” Sam agreed. “Although, I hate to tell you, there are three more boxes on the shelf, and I’ve got another crate in the shed behind the house.”
“Ugh,” Macey replied, wondering why Mr. Abernathy had ordered so many. “Well, I brought sandwiches, though they’re probably not fantastic since they’ve been sitting out for a while.”
“That’s okay,” Sam said, hopping down to retrieve the bag she’d brought with her. “I’m starving.”
He pulled out two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, handing one to her. Even though she’d
