Page 10 of Working For Her Sweet Treats
She puts the pastries into a bag and pours my coffee. “Your crew is going to wonder why you keep arriving empty-handed.”
“They don’t know I’ve been here.”
“The secret bakery visits begin.”
“I don’t have secret bakery visits.”
“This is your second visit in five hours.”
“I’m working nearby.”
“There are other places that sell coffee.”
“Not this coffee.”
Her expression softens for half a second. Then the front door opens again, and the top hinge gives a low groan. I look at it.
Ava points a finger at me. “Don’t.”
“That screw is almost out.”
“It is on my list.”
“The door is pulling against the frame every time somebody opens it.”
“I have handled doors before.”
“I’m sure you have.”
Her eyes narrow. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing.”
“It sounded like something.”
The woman from this morning, Loralee, appears from the back carrying a tray of lemon bars. She looks between us.
“Is this foreplay?”
Ava closes her eyes. I take a drink of coffee to hide my reaction.
“No,” Ava says. “This is a customer failing to understand boundaries.”
Loralee sets the tray inside the display case. “Boundaries are important.”
“Thank you.”
“But so are hinges.”
Ava turns slowly toward her.
Loralee raises both hands. Silver bracelets slide down her wrists. “I’m neutral.”
“You are never neutral.”
“That sounds like something a Virgo would say.”
Ava goes still.
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