“Good? Bad? Mediocre?”
“Phenomenal.”
That shut Honor up quickly. Her mouth fell open as she stared a hole right through Violet’s head.
“Are you in love with him?”
Violet snorted. “What?No.I barely know the guy.”
She could feel her sister’s eyes boring into her. She chose to busy herself by rearranging the books on a nearby table.
“What does he do for a living?”
“He’s got a true-crime podcast.”
“Oh. My. God!ThatSimon Jennings? Holy shit. You screwed a famous guy?”
Violet spun around to face her. “Shhh!”
Honor’s eyes swept the room. “You said there was no one here.”
“There’s not, but you’re so damn loud they probably heard you at the bakery.”
Honor giggled. “Whatevs. Good for you, sis. It’s about time you got some famous dick.”
Violet shook her head. Her sister enjoyed being crass because she knew it was the fastest way to embarrass her. And everyone else in the world.
“And it wasphenomenalfamous dick at that. I’m proud of you.”
Violet didn’t get a chance to say anything more because Honor headed straight for the door and out into the afternoon sunshine. That was her sister. Honor had the attention span of a squirrel.
Half an hour later, Violet wished she’d been the one to hightail it out of the store with her sister.
“Hey, Vi.”
“Dad,” she acknowledged when her father strolled in, his expression friendly. It was the same expression he always had when he was going to ask for money.
“I like what you’ve done with the place,” he said, scanning the area.
“It’s the same as it was when I opened years ago, Dad.”
“Are you sure?”
Violet stared at her father, waiting patiently for him to get to the reason he was there. Harold Anderson was about as reliable as a hands-free soap dispenser in a public restroom. It rarely worked when you expected it to, and half the time, it was empty and pretty much useless.
“What’s up, Dad? You stop in to see Mom?”
“I … uh … spent the night there last night.”
“Gross,” she muttered under her breath as she resorted to adjusting the candy bars near the check-out counter. “Now you’re headed back to the girlfriend?”
“She’s outta town till tonight.”
Which explained why he had a sleepover with her mother.
Double gross.
“You should leave Mom alone. Maybe then she’d be able to move on.”
