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of Madigan that was really interesting to see.
    “You said they’d be done by eight, bright eyes,” Bren complained.
    Michel chuckled. Poor Madigan. He had five warrior angels to feed.
    “Give them two more minutes and then take them out. Trust me, Bren,” Madigan quipped. He’s already started placing other items in the display case out in the front of the store and had showed Michel and Yuri how to use the cash register and card machine. Dex was going to be helping him in the kitchen while Bren and Cross took turns doing perimeter checks and answering the phones. Michel gave it to lunch before they were snarling at the people who were calling to place orders. While Madigan’s filing system seemed idiot proof, Bren and Cross did not strike Michel as people well equipped to deal with the inevitable glitches that came with learning a new organizational system. Give them an enemy to fight any day over paperwork and order forms. It was going to be hilarious to watch.
    The timer dinged on the stove top, and it was like Pavlov’s dogs all over again. Michel’s mouth started salivating.

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    “Perfect,” Madigan purred, using his oven mitts to take out the three trays of hot pastries and put them on the heat-resistant counter.
    Bren reached for one and got smacked on the hand for his effort.
    “Nope. Wait for them to cool a little bit.”
    They all groaned in unison. This was going to take forever…

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    “Can I help you?” Bren asked as a couple came through the doorway, arms linked and coats securely fashioned. They weren’t inexpensive coats, either, probably something that needed to be dry cleaned. The hunk of a diamond on the smaller man’s finger probably added to the image of wealth that the two were sporting. Bren had seen these types of displays over and over again throughout the ages.
    It was good to see that a couple of the same sex felt secure enough to sport them.
    “Yes, please. We’re looking to talk someone about making a wedding cake. It’s a little short notice, but our other baker ended having a family emergency and couldn’t do it. She recommended this shop. Can you help us?” The smaller blond man was sweet. Bren could tell by his aura. He was exactly what he purported himself to be, a young, desperate groom with a deep wallet.
    “What’s the time line and how many guests?” Bren asked, drawing the little order pad Madigan had instructed they use from under the counter. They were lucky they’d arrived when they did. The morning rush had just settled down. The commuters had grabbed almost all of their pastries and bagels. He was extraordinarily happy that Madigan had thought to make the guardians a batch of their own beforehand.
    The smaller man gave him a soft smile. “It’s in two weeks, and it’s for a hundred and fifty guests.” Bren nodded and jotted it down.
    “Let me hop in back and check with Madigan about the time frame and whatever, and I’ll be right back.” Bren ripped out the order Angelic Ties
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    sheet and ducked into the back. It was then he realized he hadn’t seen the guardians for the two humans that had come into the shop. All morning the shop had been overrun with humans, their guardian angels, and even a few earthbound demons who were either tagging along with humans they’d bonded with or on their own, living human lives. Every human who had entered the shop had had a guardian in tow.
    “Madigan?” he called, not wanting to alert the two “customers”
    that he realized they were guardian-less. He didn’t even know if they knew, but he felt like it was suspicious nonetheless. Madigan was just coming out of the huge walk-in freezer wheeling a cart of cakes as he entered the back part of the kitchen. Dex was scrubbing the stainless-steel countertops on the island workstation of the remnants of some sort of icing. That had to mean that Cross and Michel were on patrol.
    Yuri was probably still in the office sorting through the