After Building a Profitable Product for Our Family Business, My Father Replaced Me With My 18-Year-Old Sister

whole box.”

I blinked. “All twelve jars?”

She laughed. “You think I’m going to taste something this good and send you home? Tourists eat this kind of thing up. Hell, I’ll eat it up. You got a brand yet?”

“Um, sort of?” I glanced at Micah. “I’m still working on the details.”

Nancy slid a receipt book toward me. “Work fast. Leave me your number. When you’ve continue reading …