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Warm vanilla fog slotted into the humid air. Butter aroma permeated the space. The bell above the door chimed, shaking loose a cloud of gray dust. She shifted her weight against the counter. "I need to know." He leaned back against the cream-colored tower. "Ask the question first." "Was the chocolate cake mixed today?" Wooden dust settled on her elbows. "Only the donuts." She inspected the pastry display, eyes narrowing sharply. "Donuts?" "Only for the glory we see in town. The cake was not the priority." He dusted a small spot on the apron carefully. "But Mrs. Gable booked the order yesterday morning." "Mrs. Gable didn't order anything." She stepped forward, the flour dusting in her coat. "But it smelled of cinnamon." "Last week it was lime zest." "Yes. The change." He sighed, wiping his gloved hands on the rag. "You think I poisoned it." "You are the bakery owner." "I make it sweet for everyone." She laughed softly. "If you don't tell me." "It was a mistake. I switched it to make room for something urgent." She nodded at the glass case. "And the receipt?" He pointed at the ledger. "It was not here." She knew the lie tasted like burnt cookies.