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Chapter 8
A couple of days later Grace was ready to open her shop. She had woken up really early to prepare the pies and by the time of 10 o' clock in the morning she was ready to open for the first time. She put the last tray of her pies in the oven and walked to her room to change her dress. She put on a pretty light pink dress and let her hair down from their ponytail and walked back to the kitchen. She opened the front door and waited for her first customers to come.
After a few minutes Sweeney came down to her shop looking tired and angry at the same time.
"Good morning, Sweeney!" she said cheerily but frowned when he glared at her and mutely he plopped down on a chair.
"You could at least say hello to me…' she muttered as she too sat on a chair close to his.
"Hello." He said in a gruff voice looking at her sideways.
"Oh he speaks!" she said teasingly for she was in a good mood.
The barber simply glared at her before yawning.
"You didn't sleep did you? I heard you." She said as she put her head to rest on her hand.
"Do I look like I have slept?" he said annoyed, looking around. He sat up on the chair and sniffed the air.
"Well…no that's why I said it…What are you sniffing?" she asked him incredulously.
"Something smells." He said in a low voice.
"Yes…probably my pies…" she said slowly, looking at him.
"You made pies? I mean…you opened the shop?" he asked her as he continued smelling the air.
"Yes! Didn't you see the sign?" she said pointing at the front door.
"No. Was I supposed to?" he asked her, rolling his eyes as he sat back on his chair.
"Well…you want to try one?" she asked him with hopeful eyes.
"No…" he said even though he was a bit hungry.
"Come on…one?" she asked again pleadingly.
"I said no! I'm not hungry!" he said looking at her. The moment he said that however, a noise came from his stomach and Grace laughed.
"I'll get you one." She said winking at him while he glared at his stomach.
"If you weren't mine I would kill you…" he muttered at his belly before crossing his arms over his chest.
"What would you like? Apple pie…sweet pumpkin pie…lemon pie…blueberry pie…Which one?" she asked him from the counter.
"I don't know! Just give me a bloody pie!" he said angrily.
"Okay…" she said flinching at his loud voice. She put a pumpkin pie on a plate and gave it to him. She put it in front of him and he looked at the pie with disgust.
"What is it?" he asked her as he came closer to it and smelled it.
"You said you didn't care what kind of pie I would give you…it's a pumpkin pie, a sweet one." She said as she saw the irritated glance he gave her.
"Pumpkin…what kind of pie is that?" he asked her as he pushed the plate away.
"Will you just try it? It's good, trust me." She said as she gently brought the plate closer to him again.
With a look of disbelief at her he took the pie in his hand and took a small bite. He chewed at it for a while before swallowing. His face was blank indicating no sign of like or dislike.
"Well? She asked him as he took another bite.
"It's…eatable…" he said not looking at her.
"I know it is eatable! I want to know if you like it!" she said tapping her foot impatiently.
"I've had better." He said shrugging, even though he liked the taste. He just wanted to annoy her.
"You've had better? What's that suppose to mean?' she asked stomping her foot as she put her hands on her hips and looked at him angrily.
"I mean what I mean. I've had better." He said with a smug smile watching as her pretty face flushed with anger.
"Really? Fine then." She said as she took his plate with his pie and threw it out in the street while he watched with wide eyes.
"Then I guess you didn't mind me doing that." She said as she angrily walked to the counter and put the plate in the sink. She turned around and looked at him with her hands crossed over her chest and with raised eyebrows.
He just glared at her and he was ready to throw a wicked remark back at her but then suddenly two young girls entered the shop shyly.
"Hello, young ladies!" Grace said politely to the two girls. They were both small and walking hand in hand. They had blonde hair and brown eyes.
"Hello, miss." One of the two said.
"You came for a pie, I presume?" Grace asked them smiling while Sweeney glared at her.
"Yes…our mum saw that you had opened the shop and she sent us for pies." The other young girl said with excited eyes.
"Of course, love. What would you like?" Grace asked them as she gently poked their small noses. The girls giggled and listened carefully as Grace told them the kind of pies she had.
Sweeney stood staring at the scene in front of him, amazed at Grace's way of handling children. It was then that he saw the color of the girls' hair and he stopped breathing.
That's what my Johanna would be like when she was little… He thought as he saw their long, blonde hair. He stood there staring at them until they exited the shop and his eyes followed them until they were out of view.
"Sweeney…?" Grace asked gently when she saw his far away eyes and painful expression,
"Is something wrong?" she asked him as she put a tentative hand on his face.
He snapped out of his reverie and he slapped her hand away angrily.
"Everything is wrong." He said in a deadly voice before exiting the shop quickly with angry footsteps.
Grace stood staring after him with sad eyes.
"What's wrong with you?" she said with a heavy sigh before walking to her counter.
She took the last tray of pies from the oven and a couple entered the shop after a while. She put on a smile on her face and serviced them, while listening to the heavy pacing from the barbershop above.
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It was later that night and Grace was cleaning the kitchen counter. She washed the dishes and then cleaned the table inside her shop.
"Well…that wasn't bad for the first day…" she said to herself as she counted in her mind the number of customers she had. She walked to the counter again and started putting the pies she had left in a plate. Feeling hungry, she shrugged and took s bite from an apple pie that was left.
"It isn't that bad…" she said smiling to herself. As she was finishing a couple of arms snaked around her waist and she jumped as a yelp escaped her mouth.
"Hush…" Sweeney said into her ear.
"God! Don't do that! I almost had a heart attack!" she said while swallowing a piece of the pie.
The barber laughed lowly in her ear and tightened his hold on her waist.
"Where were you all day?" she asked him as she tried to escape his tight grip even though she enjoyed his close couldn't help but feel nervous on the other hand.
"Up…shaving…" he said and his hot breath sent shivers down her spine.
"Oh…" she said as she eyed the rest of the pie with longing but she didn't try to eat it.
"Go on…eat it. Don't let me bother you." He said huskily into her ear.
Hesitantly she took a bite form it and as soon as she had swallowed it he turned her around to face him. He smirked at her stunned face and quickly crushed his mouth to hers roughly. His hands went to tangle themselves in her loose hair and he moaned into her mouth. Grace really didn't know what to think. At first he was angry and distant that morning and now he was kissing her passionately. Instead of returning the kiss she stood frozen in his embrace but that didn't seem to discourage him. He deepened the kiss and pressed her against the counter while she hesitantly put her hands on his waist. The moment she started to respond he broke the kiss and smirked at her.
"Cinnamon…nice…' he said as he brushed his lips against her mouth while she stared at him with wide eyes.
"I'm…sorry about before…"he said and his hand disappeared behind her back. He took one of the pies that were left and winked at her.
"Nice pies…" he said walking away from her with the pie in his hand and a smirk on his face.
Grace stared after him in shock while she opened and closed her mouth like a fish.
"He…he stole my pie!" she managed to choke out after a while earning a laugh from the barber that was still close enough to hear.
End of chapter 8
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