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Chapter 68 – The Alpha And The Baker

He grinned at me. “Is that any way to talk to a customer?”

“It’s the way I’m gonna talk to you.”

“No wonder she knows the McCallisters are wolves,” one of the youngest piped up. “She probably ordered all those pansies to go fetch.”

“Don’t talk about them that way,” I said quickly, and Sal clicked his tongue.

“Apologize, mijo.

We are guests in

Señorita

Felicia’s business. Be polite.”

“But-“

“Apologize, Dante.”

Dante looked like he didn’t want to, but that didn’t seem to matter. Sal was probably the alpha of the rival pack I’d heard so little about. It seemed like I’d defused the situation, but that begged the question: How much trouble had I been in? And was I out of the woods yet?

“I’m sorry. The McCallisters are… nice. I’m sure.”

“Thanks, Dante,” I said before turning my attention to Sal again. “If you and your friends want to have a seat, I can pull out my binder, and we can put together something lovely for your niece.”

“Yeah, let’s do that. And everybody get something to eat. I know you animals are probably starving.” He gave me a wink that I was sure charmed many women. “I’ll take one of those everything bagel breakfast sandwiches. With bacon.”

“Coming right up. I’ll make it fresh for you.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

That was how I ended up sitting at a table with Sal and Javier, who I guessed was his beta, while the other four men sat at another and demolished a dozen donuts and a dozen bagels. The process of putting together the order took a lot longer than I would have preferred because I had to help other customers who stepped in, but such was the way with Sundays.

If those customers thought anything of all the strapping men crowding my small shop, they didn’t mention it. Some paused, but that was about it.

Salvador never complained. He just sat back, took a bite of his bagel or a sip of his coffee, or ordered something new to munch on. Honestly, shifters were great customers with their sizable appetite. I’d already earned more off the seven of them than more than a dozen humans, and we still weren’t done.

We finished over an hour later, and I was honestly exhausted. Never in a million years did I think my financial woes could be cured by shifters, but with the strange alpha deciding on two different specialty cakes, I would be able to keep my head well above water. One of the cakes would have multiple layers of churro-inspired cream filling and a printed picture topper, the other would alternate between mango compote and passionfruit custard between layers of vanilla cake with a citrusy Ermine buttercream and a generous dusting of tajin on the edges. Apparently, his niece was wild about tajin on basically every fruit in existence, so I was tickled pink to make something so completely unique for her. That was the whole reason I got into baking in the first place.

“You know,” he said as he paid his bill-the deposit for the cakes and delivery as well as the dozen donuts, dozen bagels, half a dozen scones, three breakfast sandwiches, two muffins, and three loaves of bread they ordered to take home. It was definitely difficult not to have dollar signs in my eyes as I rang it all up. Man, I loved

Sundays. “You do well with this party, I’ve got a big family with a lot of big events coming up. Parties that need cakes and cookies. We’ll focus on all the other stuff.”

“I would be more than happy to bake anything your family needs,” I said, grinning. And boy did I mean it. “But like I said, you can’t buy me off.”

“Ain’t got no intention of that. Right now, I want to see what I’m up against. And if you turn out to be as good as you say, well… I like supporting small businesses.”

“Trust me, your support is very appreciated.”

“Yeah. I get that impression. You seem like good folk, Señorita

Felicia. It’s too bad you got yourself all wrapped up with those colonizers, but it’s never too late to see the light.”

My first instinct was to defend the McCallisters, but I recognized the teasing for exactly what it was. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“See that you do.”

With a wink, he and his crew headed out. That had certainly been unexpected, but despite the rocky start, I had the feeling I’d just been adopted again.

Things really were getting interesting.c2V7

Felicia

Family Feud

“I dunno, I’m not sure I’m comfortable with this. You don’t know the Ramirezes like I do.”

“But I also don’t have the same generations of tension that you have with them.”

Cas paced back and forth in front of me. I hated that I’d had to dump such a surprise on him soon after he arrived, but I wanted to be transparent with him. I didn’t believe in keeping secrets in relationships outside of birthday presents and holiday surprises.

“You have a point, but this feels bad, Felicia.”

I was touched that he was so concerned for me and pleased that he wasn’t trying to lay down the law or tell me what to do. We were having a real discussion where we both had agency. I’d witnessed plenty of relationships in my life where that just didn’t happen.

“I know, babe, and I understand why you feel that way.” Tentatively, I put my hand on his arm, just to let him feel that I was there. “But I’m asking you to trust me. I’ve got the same feeling about this as I did about making things for your family.”


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