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Page 47 of Sanctum (Wicked Vows)

“This week,” Jazzy said as she pumped stuff into my large latte cup. “You want one, trust me,” she said before setting my cup under the espresso machine.

“I can’t turn it down then,” I agreed, watching as she grabbed one and stuck it on a plate for me.

My phone vibrated in my pocket and I swiped to answer.

“You’re never late,” I said, glancing toward the front windows, expecting to see her walking up.

“Sabrina, I’m so sorry. I have to cancel. Allie is sick,” she said.

“Oh, no. Is she alright?”

“Yeah. But I don’t want to leave her home alone when she isn’t feeling well.”

“No, of course not. Don’t worry about it. Give her a kiss for me.”

“Will do. Maybe we can catch lunch this week… oh,” she said and I heard something that sounded like retching, making me queasy. “I have to go.”

“Friend cancel?” Jazzy asked as she looked at my dessert. “Want me to make it to go?”

“Would you hate me if I took up a valuable table all by myself?” I asked. What can I say? Aside from work, I never really got to get out on my own. I valued the hour or so of free time. Even if I was totally going to stress about the sink full of dishes and the pile of laundry that was getting so tall there was a definite chance it could topple over and bury me or Daphne alive.

“Please do. Don’t get me wrong, the kids are usually pretty… okay. But it’s nice to have some grown-ups around here too,” she said as I tapped my card to pay.

“I won’t take it as long as usual,” I said as I turned to grab one of the tables against the wall.

I’d just sat down and opened my drink to let it cool down a bit, when a tall male body stopped next to my table.

My immediate response was annoyance and I was going to just keep my gaze down to discourage conversation.

Until I saw a prosthetic peeking out of the black denim shorts.

My head jerked up so fast my damn vision blurred for a second.

“Hey!” I said, smiling up at him, never so happy to be cancelled on in my life.

“Hey, babe. Looks like you snagged the last table,” he said, glancing around, making me do the same.

“Seems like it,” I said, waving toward the empty seat across from me.

He didn’t even hesitate to sit down, his gaze sliding to my drink and snack. For a second, I could swear he looked confused by it being there.

Which was weird as hell given that this was a coffee place.

“Is that a whoopie pie?” he asked, brows raised.

“Yeah. They’re new. I’m excited to try it.”

“You’ve never had one?”

“No. I knew someone in school who grew up in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. And she used to say how much she missed the Amish markets and their whoopie pies. She made them sound impossible to not try.”

“Yeah, they’re banging. I think the streusel cakes or apple dumplings might have them beat, but they’re solid if you’re into chocolate.”

“Oh, I am very into chocolate. I’m having a sordid affair in the supply closet at work with this massive bag of peanut butter cups I bought. Pretty sure it was meant to be one of those bags you buy to hand out to trick-or-treaters. Which means I now identify as an entire neighborhood of children.”

That got a little chuckle out of him as he nodded at my drink. “What’d you get?”

“I have no idea,” I admitted. “I told Jazzy to surprise me.”


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