“Mike, I don’t think Jacob knows.” I spoke up after we broke apart and I served everyone a glass of lemonade.

“Knows what?” Jacob looked from me to Mike.

Mike’s smile rivaled the Cheshire Cat. “I don’t believe he does. Should we tell him?”

I hummed. “Maybe we show him?”

Mike nodded. He went over to the shelf and grabbed the bag of French flour. I bit my lip from giggling. This was such a rare chance and it had me giddy.

“This whole reason why we closed down today.” ...