“I don’t mind finishing up some of the old lot.”
“Help yourself.” I fill the electric kettle with water. “What kind of tea would you like?”
“Just a nice black one. Something that can stand up to a little cream.”
I pull Ash’s favorite Irish breakfast off the shelf and set the kettle to boil. I’m just pouring the hot water into the infuser when there’s a knock at the door.
Ryder waves through the glass, holding up the pastry box in his free hand. I smile at the handsome elf, happy to see him.
Dad must notice my summer magic because he glances over with a thoughtful look on his face.
“That’s Ryder,” I say. “He works at the bakery.”
“Ah.”
I open the door, welcoming the elf inside. “I was just thinking about you.”
His eyebrows shoot up. “Were you now?”
I nod to the box, grinning. “Yes—because you’re late.”
He clucks his tongue as if disappointed. “Get a man’s hopes up, why don’t you?”
I laugh and turn toward my dad. “Ryder, this is myfather.”
Looking just as embarrassed as I hoped he would, Ryder laughs, self-conscious of his shameless flirting. “Good morning, Mr. Merriweather. I’m sorry, I didn’t see you over there.”
Dad smiles and crosses the room, extending his hand. “Good morning. What was your name again?”
“Ryder Thimbleberry.”
“It’s good to meet you, Ryder.” He shakes the elf’s hand heartily. “You and Kit seem like you’ve become fast friends.”
That’s a weird way to phrase it, but Ryder doesn’t seem to notice.
“We’re glad to have your daughter in Moss Hollow, sir. She is a much-needed ray of sunshine.”
Dad beams. “Yes, she is.”
I frown as I take the pastry box from Ryder, feeling like something is a little off. “Thank you for bringing these by. Iforgot to write the check this morning. Do you want to wait a moment, or should I swing by later today?”
“Come by after we close.” Ryder starts for the door. “I have a few new recipes I’ve been working on, and I need a guinea pig.”
“Happy to help,” I joke, not about to turn down free pastries.
Ryder turns back to my dad. “Again, sir, it was a pleasure to meet you. I’m sure I’ll see you again soon.”
“Nice to meet you, too.” Dad nods. “Have a good day, son.”
Son?
“Want me to lock the door, Kit?” Ryder asks as he steps out.
“No, you can leave it. It’s time for me to open, anyway.”
As soon as we’re alone, Dad sighs as if supremely happy. “What a nice young man.”
“Yeah… Ryder’s great.”
