“Thanks for the encouragement,” Isabelle said, pushing up off the counter. “I think it’s time for me to resume my walk.”
“You want a latte to go?”
“No, thanks. And if you say, ‘Thanks a latte,’ I’m never coming back.”
Delaney chuckled. “I won’t say it, but I am thinking of making one of my Christmas ads read, ‘Get a cocoa to go go.’”
Isabelle groaned. “You’re kidding, right?”
A smile spread across Delaney’s face. “Yeah, I’m just muffin around.”
“Ugh, you’re killing me!” Isabelle headed toward the door, shaking her head. “See you later!”
“Have a nice stroll!” Delaney called, still laughing at her own horrible pun.
Isabelle waved at Cameron and then stepped out into the fall air, glad to be back on her way. She had a lot to think about and wanted to let Delaney’s advice have some tim
