Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

marketing firm?” I asked, my hand tightening around my coffee mug.

“I turned them down,” Diana said.

I paused before answering, looking at the young woman who had Beatrice’s sharp eyes.

“Diana, that was a wonderful opportunity,” I said. “You shouldn’t throw away a career in the city for a bakery in Oakhaven.”

“Oakhaven is an opportunity,” Diana said, her continue reading …