by Melissa West
“Three hundred, fifty-five dollars, twenty-two cents. How did you—” But she stopped herself before she asked what she wanted to ask. How had they beaten her by so much when she’d had her best day ever and she charged so much more for her produce? The worry worm that liked to creep around in her brain began its slimy trek, bringing with it doubt and more doubt. But she couldn’t afford to show Zac how bad she felt right now, and she certainly didn’t expect him to reveal how he had hit that number.
So instead, she folded up his sheet and passed it back to him, the picture of poise. “Congratulations.” Then she walked over to the cash box, Glenda’s expression still hopeful until Sophie shook her head and her friend fell back into her wicker chair.
“Seriously?” Then Glenda glanced around Sophie to Zac. “What do you sell—crack with apples or something?”
“Glen,” Sophie warned. “It’s fine. We’ll get them next time.” She took five twenties from the change box and walked back over to Zac, counted out the twenties into his waiting hand, then turned around as the brothers started their victory celebration.
They might have won this round, but by God, Sophie and Fresh Foods would bring down Littleton Farms if it was the last thing she did.
She just needed a plan.
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