CHRISTMAS AT CANDY CANE LANE
Merry
"Merry, can you please make sure Beckett gets this?" Glancing down at the counter, I see a ten-dollar bill extending toward me from ninety-if-she-isn't-a-day Mrs. Anthony. I've waited on her for over five years and made cupcakes for her grandchildren at the very last minute, and she's never given me a tip.
"Will do, Mrs. Anthony. Thank you for coming in today."
She gives me a sly grin. "As long as you have him in here, I'll come by every day."
I keep the smile plastered on my face as she walks out. She's the last customer of the morning.
"Rush done?" Beckett asks, coming out from the back. "It was a crazy few hours."
Rolling my eyes and shaking my head, I give him a glare. "It's crazy because of you. Before you showed up, it was easily manageable
