Page 122 of Miami Ice

“No! That’s gross!” she declares. “They are yummy.”

“Do you want me to have one?” Beckham asks.

“Yes!”

“Then I will,” he says, putting her back down.

“They’re sugar cookies,” Sofia explains. “Would you like dessert, Georgie? I have pumpkin pie, chocolate pecan pie, and turkey sugar cookies with not-gravy frosting.”

“You need a cookie!” Lucy tells me. “We made them!”

“Then I will have a cookie and a slice of pumpkin pie,” I say.

Suddenly the Etsy cash register sound goes off on my phone, and Lucy looks amazed. “What was that?” she asks.

“Georgie has made a sale, isn’t that great?” Beckham says.

I go over to my phone and pick it up. I unlock it, and to my shock, I see that something has happened.

“Oh!” I gasp.

“What?” Beckham asks.

“I’ve sold out of ivory jars!” I say excitedly. “I’ve never sold out of any jar ever! But all the ivory ones are gone!”

Then I look at my sales page, and my eyes nearly pop out of my head. “And Beckham! My jars are in lots of carts!”

He comes over to me and leans in so he can look at my phone. “Georgie, that’s fantastic!”

“There’s a percentage of those that should become sales,” I say excitedly. “Oh, I owe Becca so much. I need to text her tomorrow and ask if I can take her to lunch!”

“How many have you sold today?” he asks.

I check my dashboard. Then my eyes widen. I knew I was making a lot of sales, but I had no idea it was this many.

“Thirty-one,” I say. I can hear the amazed tone in my voice. “Thirty-one jars in one day!”

A huge smile lights up Beckham’s face. “Georgie, that’s amazing! I’m so proud of you!”

As I look up at him, I see the pride shining in his eyes. He truly is proud of me, and I’m so happy, I want to burst.

“You’re going to crush it at the show on Saturday,” he says.

“I hope so.”

“You will. I know you will.”

I see nothing but belief in Beckham’s eyes, and suddenly, I believe it, too.

My phone pings with another notification, and I can’t help but glance down to see what it is. It’s on my Connectivity account. Then I tap it open and see it’s a comment from Ella on a picture I’ve been tagged in.

A picture of me and Beckham.

I tap open the post and see that he has posted two pics of us—one of us in front of Sofia’s wreath, our arms wrapped around each other, and then there’s another one she took, one we didn’t notice. It was Beckham looking down at me and cupping my cheek with his hand, after I thought all the pictures had beentaken. It’s a very sweet and romantic picture, and I love the way he’s looking at me in this shot. Then I go on to read the caption that Beckham has written for these pictures.

Thankful.

That’s all he wrote. I glance up at him, and he’s helping himself to a piece of pumpkin pie and talking to Sofia. His caption says so much with one word.

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