I quickly put the six plum tarts in my box.I looked up at Mary expectantly.“Now I’m ready for you.”
Mary smiled.“Twelve dipped pretzels.Twelve peanut butter blossoms.And,” she drawled, “one vanilla bean scone for my morning coffee put in a separate bag.”
Owen and I quickly boxed everything up.
This was way more than I thought she was going to want.This was enough for a large group of people.There was no way Mary was going to be able to put away even a quarter of this.
Owen moved to the register and rang everything up.
She handed him her credit card.“I figure Saint and his friends could use a treat.”
“He must have an awful lot of friends,” Owen laughed.
Mary waved her hand.“I meant his club.I always just call them his friends.This probably won’t put a dent in their appetites.Buddy could likely eat all of the sugar cookies and still polish off a steak dinner.”
Owen grinned as he rang her up.“Sounds like we should’ve doubled the order.”
“Probably,” Mary said with a chuckle.“But this will do for now.”
The receipt printed, and Owen stacked the boxes on top of each other.“I can carry this to your car for you,” he offered.
Mary smiled brightly and clutched the white bag with her one scone inside.“That would be amazing.If you can get it in the car, I know the guys at the club will gladly help unload it.”
“No problem,” Owen said as he lifted the boxes.
Mary glanced at me.“Thank you so much for letting me pretty much clean out your case,” she said.“I hope I get a chance to stop by again sometime.”
“I’d like that,” I said, meaning it.“And you buying everything just means we can close a little earlier tonight,” I said with a wink.
She smiled, warm and unassuming.“Good.Then I’ll see you around, and hopefully you can get a little extra rest tonight with closing early.”
And just like that, she tucked the bag to her chest and headed for the door, with Owen following behind.
Marcy and Jessa flanked me and watched as Mary led Owen to her car parked across the street.
“I like her,” Marcy said.
“Yeah, she’s nice,” Jessa agreed.
They both glanced at me.
“What?”I asked.
“You just met your hot biker’s mom,” Marcy laughed.“You don’t have anything to say?”
I rolled my eyes.“I don’t have a hot biker.”
Jessa scoffed.“Please.I watched how that man looked at you.If you would have crooked your finger at him, he would have come running.”
I scoffed.Saint was not at all the type of man who would come running.If anything, he was the type of man that made people run to him.“Saint is not mine, and he is not going to be.”
“Sure,” Jessa and Marcy sang in unison.
I rolled my eyes again.
“You just happen to be going out on a date with him tomorrow night,” Marcy reminded me.
“It’s not a date,” I insisted.“It’s just a drink.”
