Page 33 of A Cup of Autumn
Laughter lit his eyes. “Let’s hope they don’t make a mess.”
Her heart bumped.
Huh?That reaction made no sense.
She handed paperwork to Robin. “If you want to start training tomorrow after you drop off the kids, bring all the paperwork back filled out and your social security card with you. If you can’t tomorrow, let me know what day works for you. This week would be best, but I know this is sudden.”
“Thank you.” Robin crinkled one of the edges. She smoothed it out. “Thank you so much. I’m so happy to have a job. I’ll be here tomorrow.”
“Don’t you want to know the hourly wage or what you’ll be doing?” Raine asked.
“I saw your ad. It had both those things listed. Both are great.” Robin gathered her purse and empty cup. “Oh, I forgot one thing. Casual dress?”
“Yes, you’ll wear an apron over your clothes, but spills happen. Jeans, a T-shirt, and closed-toe shoes are standard around here.”
Robin stood. “See you in the morning.”
She took her cup with her.
Keaton watched Robin leave. “It’s hard to believe a narcissist like Nick Baxter has such a sweet wife.”
“Soon-to-be ex-wife. Now where were we?”
“Opening this bad boy.” Keaton hadn’t reached for the bin’s lid. “I wonder if this sense of anticipation is what the archeologist in Trondheim felt when they discovered a skeleton at the bottom of an old castle well.”
Professors had an odd sense of humor. Unless that was purely Keaton. “A troll skeleton?”
“Human.” His grin took ten years off his face, and her pulse kicked up. “In addition to holidays, I’m a font of useless facts about my favorite culture. Norway, in case you didn’t guess.”
“I hadn’t. Do you have family ties to the country?”
“Nope. Even did one of the DNA tests. I fell in love with the country my freshman year of college in a course on Old Norse folklore. Until then I’d been a philosophy major and pre-law.”
“One class changed everything?”
“It did.”
“You were lucky to find your passion early.”
“When did you discover coffee?”
“I used to fix it for my dad. I got my first job as a barista when I was in high school.”
“You were younger than me.”
Raine nodded, trying to find a way to ask the question on her mind. She rubbed the back of her neck.
“What else do you want to know?”
He was too good at this body language stuff. “There is one thing I’m curious about.”
That brow of his shot up. “Only one?”
She didn’t want to be amused by him, but she was. “Did Margot pressure you to volunteer for the Boo Bash?”
“She mentioned you needed help, which is why I offered. I’m in town through October at least. I don’t have a business to run. And you need help with the Boo Bash. Now, you have it. What’s your other question?”
Raine’s body language must have given her away again. “Do you have event planning experience?”
