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Stephen took another helping of the cake that Mayor Freedman had ordered from the bakery. “This is, hands down, the best cake I have ever had.”
“Thank you,” Mrs. Freedman said. “Rebecca makes the best cakes, pies, bread, you name it.”
“We thought a little goodwill gesture might be in order,” Mayor Freedman said, chuckling.
Stephen groaned. “You heard about that, huh?”
“Don’t let him fool you,” Ruby said with a grin. “Sam’s just covering up the fact that he’s been taking cooking lessons and he still can’t be trusted not to accidentally poison everyone.” She looked so much like her brother when she smiled. Stephen was still amazed that the mayor of Amor was so young, in his late thirties, and nearing the end of his second term.
“Let’s not scare Stephen away,” Parker said, placing a
