"Sure I can. It shows a baker that everything on, and in, her is great tasting." He petted my hair. "I'll just give you your building back, Hazel. Problem solved!"
I shook my head. "I don't want a handout. Besides, I don't have a viable business plan."
"You make really good sandwiches," Mace said.
I shrugged unhappily. "It doesn't matter. I can't compete with the Grey Dove Bistro. Chloe's restaurant was going to take away any customers I had. It sucks because you're so nice, Chloe."
Chloe ran to me, hugging me.
"I didn't realize! I thought you had other things going on. You seemed so confident!"
"I'm not," I admitted. "I'm a mess."
Chloe and Josie guided me to a stool at the long kitchen island.
"Liam said you were on the ledge, so I brought cupcakes," Chloe said, shoving the box in front of me. "Though I see you already have donuts."
"We also brought mac 'n' cheese," Minnie offered as Meg ushered her and Rose into the kitchen, scowl firmly planted on her face. Minnie had brought the casserole with us in the car. It was wrapped in a towel and secured in an old, empty Amazon box.
"We can just hire you here to make sandwiches," Hunter said. "There, problem solved. Honestly, you can just have a hobby bakery if you'll make me this sandwich every day."
Meg peered around me and looked at Hunter. Her eyes flicked between him and the sandwich.
"Oh shit," he mumbled.
"Is that my sandwich?" Meg screeched. "I knew something smelled familiar. I had to spend the last five minutes prying my sisters away from your stupid little brothers after we just had a talk about how shiftless Svenssons are." She glared at Minnie and Rose then turned her ire back on Hunter. "And now you're eating my sandwich. That might be the last one in Harrogate."
Hunter shoved the rest of it in his mouth and chewed furiously. "She's going to make more," he said.
"No, she isn't," Meg said primly. "Hazel is moving to Seattle to live in a closet."
"Seattle?" Archer and all his brothers chorused.
"No, you can't go to Seattle."
"The traitors are in Seattle."
"Frank isn't worthy of your sandwiches," Hunter said with a scowl.
"That comment is totally inappropriate, Hunter," Archer said. "Also, Hazel, your sandwiches are mine."
"You really do make innuendoes out of everything," I said.
"We'll pay you to stay here and make sandwiches every day," Hunter insisted.
"We even have an extra tiny house you can stay in," Remy said cheerfully, dragging Isaac and Bruno Svensson into the kitchen with him by their collars. "Might even get some goats."
"No!" Mace and Hunter said.
Remy shook the two teens he had corralled. "I think there're some crumbs that need to be swept up. If you have energy to flirt, you have energy to clean. Hop to it." He handed each of them a broom. My sisters giggled over the dish of mac 'n' cheese they were sharing.
"Are you going to let the whole table have some?" I asked them.
"We're not sharing food," they said.
"Oh yes, you are. Also, I can't take the restaurant," I told Archer, grabbing plates out of the cabinets then fighting my little sisters for the serving spoon.
"You're not going to Seattle," Josie insisted. "We just won that huge art expo. Between all my marketing work and the Harrogate Trust, I have no time to organize it. I thought you were leading the charge."
