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These two again.
She was pretty sure these were the clerks who’d labeled her the Singing Bonbon Bandit.
She surveyed the shop. There wasn’t a customer in sight.
“Hello, I’m the only person here, and I could use those bonbons ASAP.”
Now she was talking like some jackass middle manager.
Get. It. Together.
The man shared a look with the woman. “We can’t help you.”
“Mr. Sweet’s orders,” the lady chimed.
“Then let me talk to him.”
The male clerk fiddled with a stack of pastry boxes. “He’s not here.”
“Where is he? You know who I am, right?” Now she sounded like a mob boss.
The woman held up a grainy surveillance photo. “We know who you are. You’re Harper Presley-Paige, the Singing Bonbon Bandit.”
They were doing this song and dance again.
“That picture is from like a month and a half ago,” she barked and waved a dismissive hand at the image.
The man reached beneath the counter and held up another photo. “This is the one from a month and a half ago.”
“This one is from yesterday,” the woman supplied. “It’s a shot from when you dropped the pastry box and got down on your hands and knees to eat the bonbons off the ground.”
Dammit! She couldn’t dispute the proof.
But she wasn’t defeated yet.
It was time to harness the full power of her snark and sass.
“I was playing a game,” she sang like a deranged opera singer. “It’s bobbing for bonbons. It’s like bobbing for apples, but there’s no barrel of water, and there aren’t any apples.”
Crickets.
Maybe she did need to be cut off.
Just when she thought she’d struck out, the door that led to the back of the bakery opened, and Tanner sauntered into the retail area.
Hallelujah!
She’d never been so happy to see the man or his High AF beanie.
“Take a penny, leave a penny lady. How are you doing, Harper? You sound like you might need one of my lollipops.”
It wasn’t a terrible idea.
What was wrong with her?
Actually, there was plenty wrong with her.
“No, I don’t need any lollipops.” She eyed the bonbon case. “What I need is two dozen butterscotch bonbonsS-T-A-T,A,-S-A-P. Give. Them. To. Me.”
