Page 6 of Stealing Kisses

“And a poor little pig died for us to have this ham?” Teddy didn’t sound the least bit offended by the prospect as he piled multiple bites on his fork and devoured another slice.

“That he did,” Baylin affirmed.

“All those vegetables in the garden shed are for the Sweetheart Festival?”

“Not all, but most.”

“Why not all?

“Because I have to eat for the foreseeable future.”

“That’s fair,” he agreed.

She only lifted an eyebrow in response.

“So, the Valentine’s fair is a big deal?” Teddy asked.

“It is.”

“And you’re going to be working, selling your produce, the entire time it’s going on?”

“I am.”

“At a table?”

“I’ve rented booth space.”

“That’s cool.”

“Thank you?” Baylin’s reply came out like a question because really… What was he getting at?

“And you have to man the booth?”

“I do.”

“The whole time?”

“Pretty much,” she answered.

“But not every second?”

“No, noteverysecond.”

“What does it take to have a produce booth?”

“Lots of fruits and vegetables.”

“Ha, ha,” he said, oozing with charm. “What does running the booth entail?”

“Well, I’ll spend Wednesday and Thursday gathering, baking, and packaging. Friday, I’ll set up the produce and products I hope to sell…maybe decorate my booth a little, if I have enough time. The festival starts that afternoon. The vendor hall opens that evening.”

“How long does the festival last?”

“Through Sunday; although, I hope I’ve sold everything by Saturday night so I can spend Sunday afternoon taking it all down.”

“Do you have someone to help with the weekend?”

“Not really.”

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