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Their playful bantering consumed the better part of an hour, and next they looked at their watches it was well past dinner time. Michael glanced down the rows of shelves to the front. He didn’t see any movement, so he jerked his head toward the counter. “You think we should go make sure he’s alive? He looked pretty old.”
“Yeah, he did. I was pretty surprised to hear he ran this entire shop,” she agreed.
Michael raised an eyebrow. “So you’re not a regular here?” he asked her as they stood from their chairs.
Beth shook her head. “Nope. The store where I usually got my macaroons stopped ordering them, and I heard this place had them. When you saw me yesterday I was just telling Mr. Eres I couldn’t pick up my cookies until this time.”
Michael froze and tilted his head to one si
