So the fact that Shaun assumed he needed to come prepared was a welcome surprise.
Hell, everything about last night was a welcome surprise.
Audra got that huge grin again. “Total count?”
I sighed. At least, I did for drama. “Really? How old are we?”
“Shut up. I know you kept count. How many?”
I held up one hand and spread out my fingers.
“Five?”
I held up the other hand and extended one finger.
“Six? Oh my! Six?”
I nodded.
“No wonder you bought donuts for everyone!”
She fanned herself. Then came over and put an arm around me in a side-hug. Which, for Audra, who was not a physical contact person, was quite a big thing.
“Now, we just need to get you sorted,” I said to her.
She shook her head. “I’m done with marriage. I did that once. It wasn’t the best.”
I blinked, taken aback by this tiny bit of knowledge. I thought I knew everything about Audra. Evidently not. “You were married? How did I not know this?”
She shrugged. “We were young. Stupid. And both set in our ways. So we divorced and I moved to Barrum. Not particularly exciting.”
“Is he still in Monet,” I asked.
She nodded. “My mom mentions him from time to time. Guess he’s a sheriff now.”
“That could be fun.”
“No, it really couldn’t,” she said.
A knock on the door interrupted us. “Winter, we’re about to open, and clients are here.” It was my mother.
I blinked. “You mean no one canceled?” I said, but more to myself than anyone else.
My mother stuck her head in the door. “Surprisingly, no.”
Audra walked out. “Thank you,” she said as she passed my mom.
Mom looked me up and down. “You okay?”
I nodded. “Never better.”
“Good. I have pork in the slow cooker for pulled pork sandwiches tonight.”
“Okay, do you need me to bring anything?”
“Just yourself. And an appetite. There’s a lot.”
“Great. Sounds good.” I glanced at my white blouse. “I’ll probably change before I come over,” I said. Mom’s pulled pork sandwiches got messy.
