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“Am I too late?” Mr. Harper came through the front door of Tokens, leaning heavily on his cane. He stopped beside the coat stand, dropping his hat onto one of the hooks and hobbled closer to the counter. “I had an appointment with Doc Ogilvie, and he insisted on doing every darn test he could think of, made me late getting back here. Are there any left?”
Cady grinned and reached into the display case, retrieving a plate with a solitary cupcake at its center. “Now Mr. Harper, would I forget it’s Thursday afternoon? One lemon cupcake with fresh blueberry buttercream, and if you take a seat, I’ll be across with your coffee in a minute.”
“You’re a treasure, Ms. Caldwell. Fancy you keeping one of my favorites for me! I love this bakery of yours, and that’s the truth.” He hobbled towards o
