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“Have a nice day, Ms. Prescott.” He’s halfway toward the door when he turns around one more time. “Oh, and I can’t wait to see what you have drummed up for the festival. I’m sure you and my son will make this the best year ever. I’m counting on him to make a big splash with this, so make sure you set him up for success.”

I don’t think I take a full breath again until they are both out of sight.

But what if it could be better?

Set him up for success.

His words play on an endless loop in my head as I try to figure out what he means and why it puts a lead ball in my stomach.

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Logan

Funny thinghappened today.

Gwen

Do tell. I could use a good laugh.

Is everything okay? Did something happen?

Just a long day at the cafe. Currently soaking in the bathtub to get some feeling back into my legs. I haven’t done an open to close shift in a long time.

So please make me laugh. Though the exhaustion seems to make everything funnier.

You still there?

I’m here. Just had to take a few cleansing breaths at the thought of you in the bath.

*wide eye emoji*

Reel it in, Spencer. Friends can tell friends their bathing routines, right?

You would be the first.

Oops. My bad. Just scrub it from your brain. Tell me the funny thing.

I don’t think I can scrub this. The image is burned in.

Anyway. The funny thing is I was handed a bag from The Willow Whisk this morning expecting a strawberry scone. Imagine mysurprise when there was a fresh cinnamon roll with my name on it instead.

I definitely did not put your name on it.

Camila swore you messed up, said she ordered a scone. I thought her head was going to explode. It was quite a sight.

Thank you.

For making Camila’s head explode? That’s a common experience for me. No big deal, really.

I meant the cinnamon roll, and you know it.

You just don’t seem like a strawberry scone guy.

Nah, I’m more of a peach guy.

I don’t have any peach items at the cafe.

I know *wink*

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