Page 80 of Love in Mission City
Clearly, he spotted the woman standing off to the side. He ducked his head and stepped away.
She gestured to the spot where he’d stood, clearly asking if he didn’t mind.
In turn, he signaled to the spot, letting her know he was fine with her taking his place.
Oh my God, this is the most Canadian of Canadian politeness.I grinned at the woman. “All good. How can I help?”
She stepped up to the table. “I’m Sunshine. I think you might’ve gone to school with my sister, Spring Dixon?”
I blinked. “Uh, yeah, at the university. She was a year or two ahead of me.”
Sunshine flapped her hands. “I knew it. Of course, if you’re from around here, you probably went to school with a Dixon sister. There are eight of us.”
Before I could speak, gorgeous guy cleared his throat. “Spring and I were in the same class at Mission City Collegiate. But she went to the university in Abbotsford while I went to UBC.”
The University of British Columbia.
I would’ve loved to attend their business school, but that tuition was exponentially more than anything I could’ve ever paid for. “Oh, what did you study?”
“Uh…it doesn’t really matter.” He smiled at Sunshine. “This pumpkin spice really is the best.”
Except you didn’t buy any yesterday.Maybe he was just helping me sell the product.
She grinned. “So I hear. I ran into Loriana and Mitch at the grocery store, and she said the cookies were to die for and the spice was the best.”
Inwardly, I snapped my fingers. Loriana was the librarian. She was the redhead yesterday. Mitch must’ve been the man with her. I didn’t recognize him. “How many jars would you like?”
“Well…” She appeared to consider.
I held out the tray of cookie bites I’d replenished this morning. I really was going to go through all the batches I baked.
She snagged a little cup. “I should say eight—one for each of my sisters and one for my mom. Except I want one for myself.”
My insides flipped at the idea of selling nine jars to one person.
“But it’ll be wasted on my sister Summer. She refuses to turn on an oven. Her twin, Autumn, might steal the gift.” She met my gaze with fathomless pale-blue eyes.
Yes, now I paid attention, with her long, blue-black hair, and those memorable eyes—clearly she was Spring’s older sister. “I’ll buy eight and get something else for Summer.” She handed me her cloth bag. Then she popped the cookie into her mouth.
As she moaned, I put eight jars into her bag. She held up a finger, indicating another one. She swallowed. “For my boss, Dickens. I work at The Owl’s Nest bookstore. He and his husband, Spike, would love it. Oh, and one for Darlene. She’s Spike’s bookkeeper at his motorcycle repair shop.”
I added two more, trying not to get sucked into the vortex of names. I knew the bookstore and the cute proprietor. Blond hair, bright eyes, and a wide smile. I might’ve had a crush on him when I was in high school, and I regularly visited his store. But he was older than me by a bit.
“Okay, that’s ten.”
She blew out a breath. “I should probably buy a couple more. There’s always someone I’ve forgotten, and Loriana swears you’ll sell out. I think she’s coming back so she can buy morefor her coworkers. She said she’d try the cookie recipe last night. You might see her today.”
With my grin as wide as the Fraser River, I glanced over to gorgeous guy, having half expected him to leave.
He gave me a surreptitious thumbs-up.
I wound up ringing up fourteen jars.
Sunshine took a cookie bite for the road and headed out.
I blinked.
Gorgeous guy smiled.
