Bea Mine by Kristen Dixon

Author:Kristen Dixon [Kristen Dixon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Thigpen-Gandy Publishing
Published: 2022-07-19T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

Our third and fourth pickups from the bakery were without incident. We were on our last round of deliveries, finally, as it was nearly dinner time. We’d been trading off who ran the next box up to the door, now that we were in a residential area. This time it was my turn, and I hopped out to grab the next box from the back of the SUV, and noticed one with a post-it on top, note written in Celia’s elegant script.

An afternoon pick-me-up for my delivery team!

The little flourishes in pen underneath made me smile. Nothing about Celia was ever plain, down to the last detail. Inside the box sat two muffins, George’s favorite blueberry, and a strawberry cheesecake muffin for me. Before running the delivery up to the door, I walked back up front.

“Celia threw in an extra delivery,” I said and handed our box to George.

“All right, I knew she liked me,” he said with an exaggerated fist pump. He immediately popped the lid and took a whiff.

“Hey, hands off the strawberry one. That’s mine.” I gave him my I-mean-business glare, to which he responded with raised hands. “Don’t act all innocent. We all remember Halloween that one year when you ate all of our Halloween candy after we went to bed. Three bags of candy, and not a crumb left for me or Daphne in the morning.”

He chuckled. “I paid for that though—my stomach hurt all day. Plus, my dad gave Daphne my dessert every night for a week. I still can’t look at taffy to this day.” He shuddered at the memory.

Shaking my head, I delivered the box of Valentine’s tartlets for this address as fast as humanly possible.

Sliding back into the seat, he handed me the box with my untouched muffin, which I gratefully accepted. I took a bite, and then looked over to see that he had already polished his off.

“You inhaled that thing!” I observed. “What is it with you and blueberry muffins, anyways? You’re the only person I know who eats muffins all day. Most people eat muffins first thing in the morning, and by evening they’re looking for a sweeter something.”

He wrinkled his brow. “Like what, a cupcake or something?”

I finished the bite I was chewing before I answered, as he started driving to our next delivery. “Yeah, exactly. What have you got against cupcakes?”

“Well, for starters, cupcakes are just dressed up, less delicious muffins. Think about it; the only thing that separates them is that giant glob of frosting. A muffin has to stand on its own flavor and character, not hide behind a sugary dome of . . . sugar,” he argued with surprising conviction.

“You had me going until the ‘sugary dome of sugar.’ Are you serious? You don’t like frosting? You’re the first person I’ve ever met who’s actually prejudiced against cupcakes. They’re pretty much universally liked.”

He chuckled. “I would ask how you know, but you’re the expert. What can I say, I’m a baked-goods purist. I like the cake underneath, not the sugary accoutrements.

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