13
“I did it,” Bree said, bursting into Adeline’s store. She’d been back to the house for lunch, her nerves afire. A sandwich and a few of Jessie’s tarts had done the trick. “I told him. And he still wanted me to take the job.”
Adeline was behind the counter, helping a customer, and Bree came to an abrupt stop. Adeline’s lips twitched up into a half-smile, but her attention didn’t waver as she helped box up the woman’s purchases. Embarrassed, Bree stepped to the side by a display and waited for Adeline to finish.
“Now don’t eat all those yourself,” she told the woman, handing her the box. “But if they don’t make it until your anniversary, come back and I’ll box you up another assortment.”
The woman laughed. “Our anniversary is tomorrow. If I can’t resist eating them for the next twenty
