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Six weeks later, mid-September, Mike and Elise waited outside the empty store for the realtor they’d dealt with. “Come on, where is he?” Mike was so excited, he could barely contain it. “He’s supposed to be here by now.”
“He’s probably parking up, baby.” Elise squeezed his hand. “More to the point, where’s your dad? He should be here for this, too.”
“Running a couple of minutes late. He messaged me just now.” His relationship with his pop had changed dramatically since he’d stood up to him at the racetrack. “There he is, crossing the road over there.” He pointed his old man out to his girlfriend.
“And there’s the realtor.” Elise pointed to the guy parking his car.
“I can’t believe we’re looking around my soon-to-be bakery.” His head felt as if it could explode with the excitement.
