“I’ve been tellin’ him how amazing they are, but he’s modest.”
The older woman grins wide. “Now, how much do I owe you?”
Kane stands and puts everything in a bag as I ring up each item. I swallow hard when I see her total. “Five hundred and sixty-seven dollars.”
“And how much for everything else you’ve got left?”
My eyes widen in shock. “Seriously?”
“Absolutely. I have a huge family and love to send them gifts. They don’t usually get high-quality items like fresh goat milk soaps, so they’ll feel special. And smell good too.”
We count the rest of the products, and even I’m surprised when I say the new total out loud.
“Fourteen hundred and twenty-three dollars and fifty-five cents.”
“Great.” She smiles, then hands over her card. Kane swipes it, and I turn the tablet around for her to
