Page 60 of Sweet Twins For My Brother's Best Friend

I squeeze past her, picturing her cutting them just right into triangles, as I rest my hand on her lower waist and see her flush at my touch.

Tears threaten to prick at my eyes at the realization that I might not have to go through life alone.

Hannah’s already enriched my life so much.

While I just want to hold onto her tightly and keep her wrapped in my arms forever, I know that she’s younger than I am and I have to let her pursue her dreams of a successful business and hope that she decides to remain by my side.

“Peach habanero? Does that sound good to you, too?” she asks, her finger on her chin as she surveys the options.

“Peach habanero is one of our best sellers,” the woman at the booth says.

Her hair is in a fluffy gray bob and her eyes are a gentle brown under a harsh green eyeshadow applied quickly.

She smiles gently at Hannah. “Perfect for an adventurous PB&J”

Hannah straightens. “Well, I was also looking at the blackberry mint.”

“Ooh, well now, that’s one of my personal favorites. I guess it’s up to whether you wanna trust me or the masses.”

Her thin-lipped smile reveals perfect, fake teeth, and I wonder briefly if I’ll lose my teeth when I’m older, too.

“Do you make these?” Hannah asks, tucking her hands into her back pockets, her eyes trained on the woman’s.

Hannah has this way of making eye contact that feels like you’re in a tunnel with her.

“Sure do, lovely. Most of them are my grandmother’s recipes, been in the family for a long time. But a few of them are my own creations.”

She winks at Hannah, who smiles broadly, her eyes flitting to the labels again.

“Which one are you thinking?”

Hannah turns to look at me as I approach her and snake a hand around her waist to tuck my hand into her front pocket. “Which one doyouthink?” she asks.

“Hmmm,” I mumble, pretending to think about it. I look up at the old woman and say, “We’ll take them all.”

Her eyes widen a small amount, then relax as she decides she’s misheard. “Sorry, what did you say?”

“I said we’ll take them all. One of each. Do you have a box or something we can carry them in?”

“Sure, sure do, yes.” She pulls out a box from underneath her booth and wastes no time packing up one of each of the 26 flavors.

“What are you doing?” Hannah asks through a toothy smile, whispering so the woman doesn’t hear.

I shrug. “I want to try them all. Don’t you?”

“Well. Yeah.”

“Then that’s about all there is to it.”

I kiss Hannah’s cheek and hand the woman $400 which includes a $100 tip. “Thank you,” I tell the woman and pass Hannah Lucy’s leash so that I can take the box.

“No, thankyou. Thank you, thank you.”

We nod in response and keep walking, Hannah’s arm snaked in the crook of my elbow.

“Why did you do that?” she asks me, keeping a watchful eye on Lucy’s leash to make sure that it doesn’t wrap around anyone’s unsuspecting ankle.

“To impress me?”

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