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Zoe
“That went well.” I turn to Brooklyn, who’s collecting paper cups and plates.
“Not that many books sold.”
I put her in charge of the register so I could focus on building a rapport with the people who stopped by today.
“Today wasn’t about selling books. It was about networking.” I kick off my heels because my feet are killing me. “Speaking of… you seemed to get along well with that boy.” I waggle my eyebrows at her while I sit down on the bottom step of the stairs that lead to our apartment.
“Who?” Brooklyn tries to sound nonchalant, but I know the inflections in my daughter’s voice like the back of my hand.
“That cute blond guy who kept hovering around the cash register. Did he at least buy something?”
“Oh, Jaden. He bought a card for his grandpa’s birthday.”
“Jaden?” The n
