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Darryl s toward the pastry table

Aar I don’t knohy she denies him such deliciousness”

Penelope laughed and waved at Amelia before she walked away

“He’s a handful,” Penelope said, turning back to Darryl “But damn is he a cute handful”

“Like someone else I know too” He winked

Penelope gave a sweet s back to Clara, who snatched her son up the moment he shoved a donut into his h

“She’s a good h,” Penelope said “I don’t kno she does it all on her own”

“Single est women I know” His mother included

Penelope nodded then packed up another Crock-Pot

“No kid orat Mason, whose cheeks looked like a hamster’s full of food Every ti at his best childhood friend “I once thought my buddy Sully was Mason’s father”

Penelope turned to him ide eyes “Clara’s ex?”

Darryl nodded “Mason looks like hied “I confronted Clara once to see if Sullivan wasn’t doing the right thing by her I was ready to go to Boston and knock some damn sense into him, if that was the case”

“What did Clara say?” Penelope asked

Darryl recalled that tense conversation “Clara told me that Mason wasn’t Sullivan’s That she’d been with soht after they broke up, and he didn’t want a child”

“What a bastard,” Penelope clipped