The next morning I was sore and exhausted and so ready for the day. Graham made good on all his promises, including my wake-up call. We showered together and headed to SkinnyCakes to pack up everything for the day.
“Think I can steal a few of these for breakfast?” Graham asked as we loaded up the blueberry doughnuts.
“That was my plan,” I told him. “Let’s get everything into the boxes and we’ll get breakfast.”
We loaded boxes side by side for the next thirty minutes. The enormity of what we baked finally started to hit me when I saw just how much we had to transport. “Maybe we should have asked for help,” I said, chewing my lip. “I didn’t realize it was this much.”
Graham shook his head. “We’ll be fine. My truck can hold a lot and we still have your car here if we need it. Worst case I
