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The bell above the door tinkled as Mrs. Hargrove stepped inside, bringing the scent of rain with her. Warm cinnamon and sugar wrapped around them like a hug. “These lemon bars are drier than my late husband’s sense of humor. I thought you were improving the recipe.” “Improving it would mean removing the secret ingredient your late husband used to slip in when he thought I wasn’t looking.” A soft chuckle. “He always did like his bourbon. Still, the texture...” “Complain again and I’ll tell the whole town what you really put in your famous cherry pie filling.” A gasp, then laughter. “You wouldn’t dare, Margaret.” “Try me, Eleanor. Another lemon bar?” “Please. And maybe one of those blueberry muffins. The ones that don’t taste like regret.” “Only if you promise not to feed the crumbs to that ridiculous poodle of yours under my table again.” “Mr. Fluffles has excellent taste. Unlike some people I could mention.” The baker slid two pastries across the counter with a knowing smile. Rain pattered against the windows while the scent of fresh bread filled the cozy space between old friends.