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I feel as if I should clap. Should I clap?
“Nice to meet you. I’m—”
“Leia Wilson,” Sage cuts me off to answer.
Good thing Bryan prepared me for everyone in town knowing my name. Otherwise, I might have grabbed my daughter and ran for the hills.
“How can I help you?”
Cayenne grins. “It’s not what you can do for us, but what we can do for you.”
Is she paraphrasing JFK? “I think you have the quote wrong.”
Clove frowns at Cayenne. “I thought we agreed not to tell her.”
“You’re just grumpy because we’re at Bake Me Happy instead of your café,” Sage answers.
“Tell me what?” I ask before the two can begin to argue. Something tells me these women argue with each other a lot. And they enjoy it, too.
Petal sighs. “This is going to be my favorite project.”
“They’re all your favorite projects!” the other women say in unison.
“Are you a musical group?” I ask because they’ve responded in perfect unison twice now. It’s impressive.
Sage lifts her chin. “I did win the karaoke contest at Saffron’s funeral.”
I must be having some kind of hallucination due to sleep deprivation. I probably fell asleep on my desk. Any moment now I’m going to wake up with an ink stain on my cheek and post-its stuck to my forehead.
Wake up, Leia. Wake up!
Feather cackles. “She thinks she’s sleeping. Or maybe she thinks she’s in a coma. Remember the book we read where the heroine was in a coma. She fell in love with a man during a coma dream and when she woke up the man was sitting next to her bed but she didn’t know who he was. What was the title of it?”
Sage motions to her. “Feather chooses our books for sexy book club.”
“You should join us,” Feather says. “We meet once a month.”
“Sorry. I don’t have time to read. I have a full-time job and I’m a single mom.”
“You don’t have to read the book,” Clove says. “We have nibbles and wine and gossip.”
“And soon we’ll have a stripper,” Cayenne adds. “Assuming Fender agrees.”
“Fender is going to strip for you?”
The man may be a grump and a half but I wouldn’t mind getting a chance to study those muscles with no clothes covering them. Does he have tattoos? Or is his skin ink free? And how does his skin feel? Would it be soft to the touch? Or hard?
“Yes!” Bryan claps. “I want to come if Fender’s stripping.” He’s not the only one.
“Fender isn’t going to strip for the sexy book club!” Rowan hollers from the kitchen.
“Don’t crush my dreams,” Bryan hollers back. “If I can’t have you, I’ll settle for Fender.”
Rowan is an attractive man but he can’t hold a candle to Fender. Rowan’s a Hershey’s chocolate bar. Fender is a Belgian chocolate bonbon.
“It’s sexy book club,” Feather insists. “It’s not stripper night at the bookstore. Anyone who attends book club should read the book.”
“In which case, I’ll reiterate. I’m a single mom. I don’t have time to read.”
