TWENTY-THREE
The next day, after her brother and Karen were out, Sassi donned Swain’s hoodie and made the trip to the coffeehouse to drop off her baked goods and pick up her check.
It was only a couple of hundred dollars profit, but it was progress.
Though Sassi was going on old information. She’d been so set on hitting the thirty grand target that she kept trying to ignore the huge debt they’d have to cover beyond that.
Striding down the sidewalk, Sassi decided to start calling around the businesses she’d contacted over the last few days in hopes that someone wanted to put in an order. Doing something was better than doing nothing and Stuart wouldn’t let her get in touch with Dario.
As it turned out, she wasn’t the only one growing impatient. A car pulled up to the curb ten feet in f
