Damon calling out to her, made Flic freeze in her tracks as she hurried out their front door. It felt like she was always running late and behind her morning schedule since she had moved into the packhouse. The extra ten minute walk, added to her morning routine, was still throwing her off but secretly she blamed the bed. Her new bed was heaven to sleep on and pure effort to leave in the early hours.
“What’s up?” She asked, on the balls of her feet, knowing she’d have to jog to the bakery to have any chance of having things ready for her first customers.
“I got questions yesterday about our lack of a mark.”
“Yeah, similar with me. No one out right mentioned it but I got some stares and heard some whispers.” She sighed and closed the door again, accepting her output that morning woul
