“Having lunch in town with friends.” Rose laughed. “I didn’t know Vail had any vegan restaurants.” “Oh, they always manage to find something organic on the menu,” Summer said. Rose tapped the folded edge of Zach’s flyer on the counter, nodding as she munched a cookie. “You know what I think? If you’re dead-set against ever going out of the house, you could make a handsome living, selling these cookies. I’ve never had any quite like them. What’s your secret?” Summer chose to ignore the “never going out” part of the observation. “If I told you,” she said, topping off her neighbor’s coffee, “it wouldn’t be a secret anymore, now would it?” “No, I’m serious. You could sell them to restaurants. I’ll bet a few local bakeries would even buy them. They’re that good!” “I can see it now.” Both hands forming the corners of an imaginary sign, she pretended to read, “Summer Lane, founder of Chips Off the Old Block.”
