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The bell above the door jingled as the scent of cinnamon and fresh bread wrapped around them. "Morning. The usual?" "Please. And maybe one of those new almond croissants—if they’re as good as the rumors say." "Rumors? In this town, everything’s a rumor until it’s a scandal." A chuckle. "Fair point. But I heard Martha nearly fainted when she tried one yesterday." "Martha faints if the wind blows too hard. Still, she’s not wrong. These might be my best yet." "High praise. You’re a tough critic on yourself." "Someone has to be. Otherwise, I’d start believing all the nice things people say." "Like how your sourdough could solve world hunger?" "Exactly like that. Though I doubt the UN would take my calls." "Stranger things have happened. Remember when old Mr. Hargrove won the lottery with a ticket he found in his coat pocket?" "Only because he forgot he’d bought it. Typical Hargrove luck." "Speaking of luck, did you hear about the new florist next door?" "Oh, I heard. And I’ve got a feeling we’ll all be hearing a lot more about her soon."