Chapter 8

Beckett

I've never felt more alive than I do the moment Merry goes to the front door and not only turns the lock, but puts a sign against the glass.

Customers,

Due to the impending storm, we are closing early and will only be open for pick-ups until Christmas Eve. At that time we will be open for pick-ups and walk-ins. Be safe out there!

Merry (For Goodness Cakes)

"Alright," she turns to me.

I take her in, admiring the way she's pushed her sleeves up to her elbows. She's pulled her dark hair up into a ponytail, exposing her elegant neck. "Alright," I echo. "What are we going to do?"

"I've made four lists."

"If there's anything I've learned about you in the time I've worked here, it's that you love your lists."

She makes an amused noise in the back of her throat. "I have to be organized, and I have to know what's coming up for me on any given day."

"I'm not knocking it. I could probably do with making a few lists for myself. I admire the way you're organized."