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Whistling as he rolled out another batch of shortbread dough to go with the three he\u2019d already mixed, chilled, and baked. Stiles felt his lips curve into a smile, causing his whistling to stop. With efficient movements, Stiles put the batch into the oven and began to clean the counters.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cWhat has you so cheerful at four in the morning on a Monday,\u201d Isaac grumbled, eyes half-lidded, his nose practically buried in a mug of coffee.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI\u2019m always cheerful in the morning,\u201d Stiles said brightly, finishing at the counter with a little shimmy. He tossed the towels into the linen bins and headed to the pantry to gather ingredients for one of the bakery\u2019s signature morning muffins. \u201cI wouldn\u2019t be able to run a successful bakery if I hated early mornings Isaac.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cYou\u2019re practically dancing around the kitchen and shooting out glittery hearts from your ass,\u201d Isaac said sardonically before gulping down his coffee, which was still too hot by the way he grimaced. He turned to refill the mug, dumping in enough sugar to make Stiles wince.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cThat isn\u2019t a cheap franchise or a gas station coffee, Isaac. You should be tasting it, not drowning the flavor in sugar crystals,\u201d He said as he mixed the sugar, buttermilk, eggs, and vanilla together.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI hate coffee.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cThen why do you drink it?\u201d Stiles poured in the espresso he\u2019d made earlier and set it aside to cool. He glanced over at Isaac, wondering if he\u2019d get a different answer to his question than he had the last dozen times they\u2019d had this conversation.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cIt wakes me up.\u201d Isaac shrugged, wincing through another mouthful. \u201cAnd your coffee is at least palatable with sugar, better than the crap I have at home.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cThen why do you buy it.\u201d Stiles shook his head, laughing as he streamed in the melted butter that had cooled while he\u2019d rolled and cut the last batch of shortbread.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cSometimes I can\u2019t make it to the bakery and I need to wake up,\u201d Isaac huffed and finished his coffee, moving to the sink to rinse his mug and slip it into the dishwasher. \u201cYou\u2019ve known me since I was 8 years old Stiles, I don\u2019t know why any of this is a surprise to you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cExactly!\u201d Stiles exclaimed as he tossed dirty bowls into the sink. He washed his hands, quickly toweling them dry before returning to the large mixing bowl to add the prepared dry ingredients to the rest, stirring by hand to avoid overmixing. \u201cYou\u2019ve been around me for the last twenty years; you should have developed a taste for coffee by proximity by now.\u201d Stiles frowned, twisting around. \u201cHand me those chocolate chips, would you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cProximity?\u201d Isaac laughed, grabbing the bowl of mixed dark and milk chocolate chips. \u201cIf that were the case you\u2019d be a lot more straight.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cHuh.\u201d Stiles narrowed his eyes at Isaac. \u201cYou say that like I don\u2019t know about the thing you have going on with that couple over in Sweetwater, brother dear.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cWell,\u201d Isaac said, turning around and leaning back against the sink. \u201cI can honestly say that has nothing to do with my proximity to <\/span>you.<\/span><\/i> And maybe I should have said, if proximity were a thing you\u2019d be at least a bit interested in women.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cOh, I can\u2019t dispute that,\u201d Stiles said, waving Isaac over to help lay out the muffin tins. \u201cI\u2019ve seen that gorgeous man and his wife in the club. I\u2019d have trouble saying no to an invitation from them and you know I don\u2019t go for that kind of thing and I\u2019m not just talking about pussy.\u201d Stiles wrinkled his nose as he thought about the one time he\u2019d tried it\u2014the threesome, that is.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cNot everyone is Danny and Ethan,\u201d Isaac said, rolling his eyes. He pressed the craft papers into the tins quickly. \u201cDiane and Colin are amazing, plus I\u2019m not looking to get involved into a permanent thing with them.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cNo?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cNah.\u201d Isaac finished and headed towards the sink as Stiles filled the tins. He began to wash up. \u201cI\u2019m not looking to settle down. I want what Dad had with Mom. I don\u2019t think I could settle for anything else.\u201d He shrugged when Stiles looked at him.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cMaybe.\u201d Stiles finished with the tins and moved to the ovens just as the timers began to go off. He removed the shortbread two trays at a time, the muscles on his arms barely straining as he turned, setting the trays on the cooling racks. He reset the temperature on the ovens and turned back to Isaac. \u201cWhat do you think? Fruit tarts?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cDo you have any special orders today?\u201d Isaac walked towards the cold storage.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cJust one,\u201d Stiles said, sighing. He set the muffin tins into the ovens as they came up to temperature and set the timers. Then he headed to the sink and washed out the mixing bowl, his voice echoing slightly as he leaned into it. \u201cHe\u2019s one of the paranoid ones, so he doesn\u2019t keep a set schedule. I don\u2019t know when he\u2019ll be in.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cIs he a supe or?\u201d Isaac called from inside the walk-in.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cHunter,\u201d Stiles said, his lip curling into a snarl before he could stop it. \u201cHe took out a family of werecats up in Amity. It\u2019s a small enough town and far enough away that he probably thinks that no one in the know around here will know anything about it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cHow did you find out?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cDanny,\u201d Stiles said, setting the bowl to dry and then turning to wipe down the counter again. \u201cApparently Jackson knew them. He was godfather or something to one of the kids.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cDoes that mean Danny finally knows?\u201d Isaac came out, arms full of ingredients, tumbling them onto the newly cleaned countertops. He stared at Stiles with concern etched on his face.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cNo!\u201d Stiles shook his head emphatically, mouth quirking at Isaac\u2019s sigh. \u201cWe were just catching up a couple of weeks ago and it came up. He asked if I could look into it, see if the car accident was really accidental because Jackson wasn\u2019t taking it well. Apparently, he\u2019s obsessing over it. Danny thought if I could reassure Jackson then he\u2019d let it go. He knows I still have connections with the sheriff\u2019s department.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cDanny still hasn\u2019t realized that Jackson is a werewolf?\u201d Isaac rolled his eyes. \u201cThat man is too smart to be this stupid and Jackson is not exactly subtle.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cNo,\u201d Stiles said, sorting out the new set of ingredients. \u201cHe never realized that Ethan was one. I\u2019m not sure how much of that is down to Ethan and Jackson\u2019s ability to hide their nature and how much of it is to denial on Danny\u2019s part. Accepting that the supernatural exists isn\u2019t an easy thing, you know that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cWe didn\u2019t really get a choice about denial,\u201d Isaac said, flashing golden eyes at Stiles. \u201cI still have money on Danny knowing and not saying anything. Remember that when it comes out.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cWe didn\u2019t have a choice, but we did well enough and you aren\u2019t the only one with that bet,\u201d Stiles replied. He pointed behind Isaac. \u201cGrab those tart shells I made up last night.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cWe did better than some of the others,\u201d Isaac agreed, turning to do as Stiles instructed. \u201cDid you already make the bread?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cIsaac, you know I\u2019ve already finished the first round of bread,\u201d Stiles admonished, laughing. \u201cBread is the first thing I start; the first loaves have already baked. I have some proofing in the pans and trays over on the shelves. I\u2019ll start them when we open so you can have your fresh-from-the-oven slice then. If you\u2019d come in half an hour earlier\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cFuck no!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\nStiles laughed, throwing his head back, gripping the counter, his body shaking with it.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cHow can you be sure this guy is going to be in today?\u201d Isaac changed the subject. \u201cYou\u2019ve never been clear on that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cJust a hunch,\u201d Stiles said, finally getting his laughter under control. He turned to pull out the muffins as the timers went off, setting them on their cooling racks. He went to the sink to wash his hands before putting the tarts together. \u201cI\u2019m not really sure how to put it into words. It\u2019s not like I\u2019ve ever been able to train my abilities, you know that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cYeah,\u201d Isaac had washed his hands and was spooning lemon curd into tart shells on the other side of the counter. \u201cSo it\u2019s like our instincts then?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cSimilar,\u201d Stiles said, wiggling his hand back and forth in the air. \u201cI concentrate on what I\u2019m looking for. It helps when I have a specific event or even a name like I do this time. I don\u2019t want to end up giving an innocent bystander the wrong cupcake, ya know?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cYeah.\u201d Isaac nodded. He moved the finished tarts to another set of trays and then onto racks. \u201cWe haven\u2019t yet.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cIt\u2019s why I insist on the research,\u201d Stiles said, looking pointedly at Isaac.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cYeah, yeah.\u201d Isaac stuck out his tongue, waving Stiles off. \u201cThe fact I\u2019m running checks and doing research is why I\u2019m not here at the asscrack of the day.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI\u2019m sure that\u2019s why.\u201d Stiles finished the last of the berry tarts and got them onto the trays. He left them for Isaac to get onto the trays. \u201cYou\u2019ve been out of town, so I\u2019ve got his picture in the office. Take a look at it, then shred it. If you\u2019re manning the counter when he comes in-\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI know the routine Stiles,\u201d Isaac said, rolling his eyes. \u201cWhat are you going to do if you can\u2019t get him today?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI came in earlier than usual and set the runes,\u201d Stiles replied, switching out his dirty apron for a clean one. \u201cThat should leave him open to suggestion and make sure that he eats what we give him here in the shop.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cAre you delaying the effects until tonight or longer?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\nStiles wiggled his hand side to side, \u201cI\u2019m using a new mixture of belladonna and arsenic, I tossed in a touch of foxglove just for a little poetry. Adding my magic into the mix should delay his death until tomorrow morning, but because I haven\u2019t had time to really see it in action, it could surprise us.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI\u2019ll make sure that Boyd knows to be aware while he\u2019s on duty,\u201d Isaac said, pulling out his phone and sending the text. \u201cShould I let Erica know to expect a surprise in the morgue?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cMaybe?\u201d Stiles closed his eyes and leaned back against the counter next to the coffee pot while he waited for a new pot to brew. \u201cDepends on where he falls at and the circumstances. I\u2019d hold off on using this mix, but it feels – right.\u201d He opened his eyes to look at Isaac, at a loss for how to explain any further.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI get it,\u201d Isaac said, shooting off another text. \u201cI\u2019ll send Erica a text, better to have her aware. Last time we dropped a corpse on her she made us pay for weeks.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\nStiles chuckled, turned to pull a mug off the hooks over the coffee machine, and poured a cup. \u201cI still can\u2019t believe that you all just go along with this.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cWe were there in the beginning, and we\u2019ve been here through all the discoveries,\u201d Isaac said, his shoes squeaking on the floor as he walked towards Stiles. He tucked his phone away and leaned next to Stiles. \u201cWe know that no human justice system is equipped to deal with them. Not the hunters breaking their so-called <\/span>codes. <\/span><\/i>Codes that their own councils refuse to enforce. We saw that firsthand when dad was shot. The human justice system sure as hell isn\u2019t equipped to handle the darker side of the supernatural world either. A feral werewolf, a wendigo who had made the turn, black magic users, and the others things that we\u2019ve seen. Someone has to do something about it, and we can\u2019t do everything, but we can take care of our corner of the world and keep Beacon Hills safe. We can keep our pack and people protected.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\nStiles sipped his coffee, looking at Isaac from over his cup. \u201cBeen practicing that speech?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cYou\u2019re an ass.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cTakes one to know one,\u201d Stiles shot back, grinning. He sighed, growing serious. \u201cI agree. Erica and Boyd have been an invaluable help. I know that they have their reasons and that they\u2019re pack\u2014or as close to one as we have, but\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cFuck Scott,\u201d Isaac bit out, shoving off the counter and pacing in front of Stiles. \u201cHe was an absolute self-righteous asshole. We\u2019re all better off without him, him leaving town was the best thing that happened to us as a pack. Thank fuck he never knew about all of this.\u201d Isaac gestured around them. \u201cOr your abilities.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cYeah,\u201d Stiles agreed. It had been nine years since Scott had left, and Stiles hadn\u2019t heard from him once in all that time.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\nWhen the others had been attacked by a rogue werewolf their senior year of high school, Scott had been home recovering from an asthma attack. They\u2019d tried to include him in their newly formed pack, but Scott had been jealous of the strength and healing the others now had, especially Erica. He hadn’t been happy when they discovered they couldn\u2019t pass it to Scott. Scott had wandered the preserve at all hours after that, hoping the alpha would attack him and cure his asthma.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cLike we were just going to let that crazy alpha run around attacking more innocent people just so he could get his asthma cured and become some sort of lacrosse star. Or whatever the fuck his plan was,\u201d Isaac snapped, coming to a stop, crossing his arms, and glaring at Stiles. \u201cThe fact he wanted to pull some \u2018thou shalt not kill\u2019 bullshit on you and then try and guilt you into finding an alpha to bite him.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\nStiles sighed, drinking more of his coffee. He let Isaac go on without interrupting. This wasn\u2019t anything he hadn\u2019t heard before.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cWhat I don\u2019t understand is why you let that dickwad hang around with us for so long,\u201d Isaac said, sneering. \u201cHe manipulated and gaslighted you so much it was disgusting.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI haven\u2019t even talked to him for nine years Isaac,\u201d Stiles said, raising his brows at his brother. \u201cBesides he was my only friend until the attack.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cHey!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cYou were my brother,\u201d Stiles said, waving him off. He turned and poured a second cup of coffee. It was almost time to fill the front cases and open the doors. \u201cYou had your own circle of friends. They tolerated me, but they weren\u2019t my friends then, and you know it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cMaybe,\u201d Isaac said, unwilling to concede the point. \u201cBut just because he was your only friend doesn\u2019t mean you should have had to put up with that crap. He tried to turn us in for murder!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cHe didn\u2019t get very far,\u201d Stiles said, his mouth twisting a little as he thought back.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cOnly because of your quick thinking,\u201d Isaac grinned. \u201cMountain lion attack. That was awesome – gross to set up – but awesome.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI\u2019m glad the three of you thought so,\u201d Stiles said, his mouth twisting downwards. Shaking away the memory, he lifted his cup and, ignoring the temperature swallowed half his coffee before setting it aside. \u201cLet\u2019s carry some of these out and start filling the cases.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cSometimes I wonder what would have happened if we\u2019d told Dad,\u201d Isaac said quietly. Stiles wasn\u2019t sure if he was supposed to have heard it.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cYeah, so do I.\u201d Stiles picked up a tray of lavender-flecked shortbread and headed toward the front of the cafe. \u201cThat hunter\u2019s bullet would have probably still hit him, but we wouldn\u2019t have had to spend that last year lying to him.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cYeah,\u201d Isaac replied, following behind with his own tray. \u201cSorry.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\nStiles nodded, turning to back through the swinging door. \u201cCome on, we open soon.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cSo are you going to tell me why you were in such a good mood this morning?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cHmm?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI told you earlier,\u201d Isaac said, setting his tray down and sliding open the doors on the case. \u201cYou were practically shooting glittery hearts out of your ass.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cThat\u2019s a visual,\u201d Stiles said, pulling a face. He began to transfer the shortbread to the display plates in the case. \u201cMaybe I just slept well last night.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cNo, that wasn\u2019t it,\u201d Isaac said, standing with an empty tray beside Stiles. \u201cYou only get that happy – oh – oh fuck.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cWhat?\u201d Stiles huffed, glaring at his brother before stalking back into the kitchen to get more pastries.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cYou got laid.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cSo what. That isn\u2019t a crime; if I\u2019m not mistaken, you\u2019re getting laid regularly, too.\u201d He picked up a mix of trays and set them on a trolly before heading back up front.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cNo, no,\u201d Isaac agreed, following behind practically on Stiles\u2019 heels. \u201cGetting laid isn\u2019t a crime, but this isn\u2019t your normal laid-back casual fucked look.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI should be more concerned that you\u2019ve categorized me to this extent, shouldn\u2019t I?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cNah,\u201d Isaac disagreed, bumping Stiles\u2019 shoulder before grabbing some of the tarts to add to another section of the case. \u201cSo want to talk about it?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cIt <\/span>was <\/span><\/i>just your run of the mill one night stand Isaac,\u201d Stiles huffed, laughing as he positioned muffins into their baskets. \u201cI mean, don\u2019t get me wrong, the sex was fantastic ten out of ten, would totally fuck again. But it was just a guy I met at the club Saturday night.\u201d Stiles shivered and lost focus for a minute as he remembered Derek\u2019s hands and lips on his body. \u201cDefinitely would fuck again, but it\u2019s not like I expect to see him again. He said he was just passing through the area. Derek\u2019s from out of town.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cYou\u2019re attached,\u201d Isaac said, horror leeching into his voice. His fingers were frozen over a tart. \u201cHow do you manage to get attached in one night. One night of what I imagine was very little conversation and a lot of sex?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cIt was really great sex,\u201d Stiles said, not denying Isaac\u2019s claim about his attachment to Derek. \u201cWe talked a little, had to do something between rounds. I mean, he had very little downtime, if you know what I mean.\u201d He waggled his brows, laughing as Isaac scrunched his nose. \u201cBut we had time for some conversation. His name is Derek and he\u2019s from southern California. He has a large family and works for his uncle.\u201d Stiles paused, tapping a finger to his lips and glancing to the side at Isaac. \u201cHe\u2019s also a werewolf.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cWhat!\u201d Isaac whipped around from where he\u2019d begun stocking the case again. \u201cStiles – He told you he was a werewolf? What the fuck?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cWell, he didn\u2019t tell me,\u201d Stiles said, raising his hands in an attempt to placate Isaac. \u201cBut his eyes got a little flashy, and then when I did that thing with my tongue that Erica taught me-\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI didn\u2019t want details for fuck\u2019s sake,\u201d Isaac said, thumping his head on the case once before glaring at Stiles.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cAnyway,\u201d Stiles said, raising his voice over Isaac\u2019s complaints. \u201cHis teeth and sideburns made the briefest appearance. He has exceptional control, I think, and if I didn\u2019t already know what to look for, I wouldn\u2019t have noticed.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cDid you know he was a werewolf before you went home with him?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cStop judging me,\u201d Stiles said, pointing at Isaac. \u201cConsidering that he flashed his eyes while we were checking our compatibility next to my car-\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cYou\u2019re an idiot.\u201d Isaac sighed, turning back to continue filling the case. \u201cYou could have been attacked or bit.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cHe wasn\u2019t an alpha and, I promise, I was only attacked and bitten in ways I consented to.\u201d Stiles\u2019 lips curved. \u201cThere was so much consent going on that my neighbors could testify to it if you want witnesses.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\nIsaac sighed, shaking his head, \u201cAre you going to see him again?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI just told you he wasn\u2019t from around here.\u201d Rolling his eyes, Stiles emptied the last tray and shoved it to the side to start setting up the coffee machine. \u201cPull down the tea and beans, will you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cSo he\u2019s already gone?\u201d Isaac lifted the menu board, pushing it towards the ceiling. He reached into the cubbies hidden behind and began to pull out the containers of coffee beans and loose tea. \u201cYou need more of the Dante\u2019s Circle,\u201d He said over his shoulder, shaking one of the bags of coffee beans.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cAnything else?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI\u2019ll go to the back and get it after you answer my question,\u201d Isaac said, lining up the tea and coffee on the counter to prepare for the morning crowd.<\/span><\/p>\nStiles sighed, turning to fully face his brother, \u201cYes, as far as I know he\u2019s left town. We didn\u2019t exactly exchange last names or numbers. We had some really fantastic sex, and while I\u2019d love to revisit that, I don\u2019t really have time between the cafe and bakery, not to mention our other activities.\u201d He gestured at the section below the glass case. \u201cWe even managed some decent breakfast conversation in the morning before he left.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cSorry,\u201d Isaac said, scrubbing a hand through his curls. \u201cI just worry. You get attached and these idiots – they take advantage of that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI\u2019m not some fainting damsel,\u201d Stiles said, amused, as he directed Isaac through setting out the last of the morning setup; no matter how often he did it, Isaac always screwed it up if Stiles didn\u2019t coach him. \u201cI\u2019m perfectly capable of taking care of myself and facing the consequences of my own choices.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI know that, but it seems like\u2026\u201d He trailed off, shrugging as they moved around the counter and began to flip the chairs from the tables onto the floor. \u201cYou just have to worst taste in men usually.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cHey!\u201d Stiles shoved Isaac when he walked by. \u201cI had a perfectly good relationship with Lucas a couple years back.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cLucas was boring as fuck,\u201d Isaac said, setting the last chair on the floor. He looked at Stiles, his expression dry. \u201cYou also said his fucking was boring.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cWell, that\u2019s not – inaccurate,\u201d Stiles conceded. Shrugging, he pushed the trolley to the back. \u201cYou\u2019re here until noon, right?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cYeah, I have to take care of a few things this afternoon but I\u2019ll be back at closing.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI don\u2019t know why you say that like we\u2019re open late.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cWhen I have to be here at four in the morning, closing at four in the afternoon <\/span>is<\/span><\/i> late.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cBig baby,\u201d Stiles said, shaking his head at Isaac\u2019s antics. \u201cI need to think about hiring someone else if I want to stay open later than that or be open more than four days a week, but\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n
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