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by half a dozen other patrons.
Oh my god, Will said, grabbing the ring and shoving Sam away. No, no, no!
Ew, Sam said. No, it isn t like that -- I didn t! No, Christ, no!
Will looked around, clenching the ring in his fist. I m not marrying that idiot!
The crowd hushed, and Sam felt like the biggest loser in the world.
And did he just kiss Will?
Go back to what you all were doing, ha, ha, Will said, his cheeks bright red. He glared and
gestured for Sam to follow him into the back room. Come on.
Oh, no, Sam said. No way. I am not going anywhere with you.
Just follow me, Will hissed quietly.
Sam braced himself and walked into the back room after Will, and Will shut the door behind
them. They were in a small supply room, filled with sacks of flour, spices, decadent toppings
and countless recipe boxes. Will pulled a chair out from a desk jammed in the corner and
offered it to Sam.
Sit, he said.
Sam glanced at the chair and then at Will. Why?
Because we need to talk.
Sam eyed the chair, chewing at his lips. They were still full and wet with the kiss, and he
could taste a sweet lip gloss that Will must have been wearing. Lip gloss, of all things.
Sam sat.
So, Will said, folding his arms. The ring was looped on his pinky finger, sparkling.
So&
I can t believe you...
I m sorry! And to be fair, you kissed me first, Sam said quickly.
Will flushed bright red and looked down. No, I meant, I can t believe you found the ring. I...
How did you even know?
Sam cleared his throat. Shit, he didn t want to admit to reading the letters. That would be
creepy, that would be invasion of privacy! He thought quick on his feet.
Uh, you told me before, you know, um, with the time capsule, that your Great-Great-Great
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Grandma Katerina wrote that recipe. And then when I found the ring, I put two and two
together. I m a mystery writer, Sam finished awkwardly. Yeah.
Will s eyes shone over with obvious emotion, and he looked like he might be about to cry.
Thank you, he said, voice cracking. He held his hand to his chest and let out a long breath.
Thank you so much.
It s nothing, Sam said. He stared past Will at the wall. Sam couldn t look at Will that way,
not when he was full of flour and his eyes were about to brim over with tears. It made Sam
feel inspired, but not to write.
Where did you find it? Will asked. Audrey said she lost it...
It was under a floorboard, in your old room, I mean, my office. I don t think it could have
accidentally fallen in there.
That bitch, Will said. I knew it. He shook his head and wiped at his eyes, looking up at
Sam. What made you run all the way over here to give this to me? Isn t your foot still
mangled?
That was going to be harder to explain away.
I, uh, um, yeah, Sam said.
Will grinned. Oh.
Yeah, oh.
They stared past each other awkwardly for a few moments, and then Sam cleared his throat.
So, nice shop, he said, his voice cracking. I like the wooden floors.
Will blushed. It s, you know, it s my shop. My home away from home.
Well, it smells good. Looks good. Sam tasted Will s lip gloss again. It tasted good, too.
Thank you.
You ve got, um, crap on your cheeks, Sam said. Flour, or whatever.
Will smiled, holding his hand up to his face. I look like such a mess.
No, you look good. Sam frowned. What was he doing? Flirting? With Will?
Yes, he was, and he had to put a stop to it, no matter how sweet Will s lips may have been,
and god, they were sweet.
Doesn t mean anything, though, Sam said quickly. You know, me coming out here. It
means nothing. I just wanted to get that ring out of my house. So, uh, guess you re all moved
out now, huh?
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Will s mouth dropped open slightly. Are you kidding me?
What, you didn t think I was all sweet on you, did you? Sam asked. Because, yeah, you
kissed me.
I did not! Will sputtered, throwing his hands up.
I have better things to do than sit in a supply closet with you, Sam said, standing up
clumsily, the chair falling over. I wanted to check out the, uh& gambling. How s the
gambling in Mystic?
Will glowered at Sam. You are the single most awful person on this earth.
Coming from you, I ll take that as a compliment, Sam said, feeling once more in his
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