“If you’re sure? I’m happy to put it back—”
“I just said I liked it, didn’t I?”
“Thanks.”
“You put that down on the counter, sweetie,” Mrs. C said to Hank when he walked back in carrying a large box.
Lani went through it and was surprised to find some nice things. She then stripped the window and started working on the display.
A tap on the glass made her look out. Macy, Brad, and Billy stood there. She waved, but they didn’t walk away. Brad pointed to the bunch of burnt orange silk flowers she’d put to one side. Lani picked them up; he pointed to another place. She lowered them there and got the thumbs-up.
“Eye level is the focal point, Lani.” Brad poked his head inside the door. “And don’t clutter things up. Remember who you’re targeting and what you want them to see.”
“Sure… who am I targeting?”
“Bakers, people who want to get into baking, and those that think they can but can’t, so they can’t resist coming in here to order a cake. It needs to look professional and classy, but also homey.”
“Classy but homey, not two words I’ve ever put together.”
“Demographic, Lani. Remember that word.”
“Demographic, right.”
“Honey, you and Billy go get a hot chocolate. I’ll be a while,” Brad said to Macy.
“He trained in this kind of thing,” Macy said. “He does my window display.”
Lani looked at the large, handsome Texan.
“It was a surprise to me.” Macy laughed. “He’s been trying to work up the courage to talk to Mrs. C about this for months. Every time he walked past, he’d wince. It drove him crazy.”
“Wow, he really has hidden talents.”
Brad waggled his eyebrows.
“I’ll bring coffee back,” Macy said.
“You really don’t need to do this, Brad.” Lani followed him inside.
“I really do.” She watched him walk around the room.
“Okay, let’s get this right first.”
“I started.”
“I can see that, and it’s an improvement, but we can do better.” Brad walked by her and out the door. He then looked up and down the street. Lani wasn’t sure what inspiration he hoped to find out there.
“Noah!”
Oh, no, no, no. She wasn’t ready to face him yet. He knew she slept in her car.
Chapter Fourteen
Lani felt color fill her cheeks.
“You bellowed?” Noah followed Brad into the Howlery, and suddenly the shop had shrunk. Two big men, and one was Noah. Shooting her a look, he nodded.
“I need your muscles.”
