Page 52 of A Lick and A Promise
“It’s no big deal,” I asserted. “This is good. It wasn’t good before. But this is good. Sure, last night I shouted in his face. But we were all good this morning.”
Except for that whole “slept like a log” business.
And his smile.
And his bare chest.
And his comment about my ass.
Friends didn’t comment about friends’ asses.
I needed to make a note to share that with him during our talk.
“I think I needed to let it out,” I told them. “You know, with the shouting business. I feel better about it now.”
Was that a lie?
I wasn’t sure.
“She definitely needs to figure herself out,” Jessie muttered.
“Totes,” Harlow, watching me closely, agreed.
“You’ll see,” I stated.
“Right,” Raye said.
“Are you women ever gonna work!” Tex, who could not see us, but we’d learned he could sense us, especially when we weren’t working, boomed from the coffee cubby.
See?
Hilariously obnoxious.
“Honey!” Nancy shouted back. “Everyone needs a break once and a while.”
See?
Totally sweet.
“All at once?” Tex boomed.
Nancy looked in our direction from where she was bussing a table and grimaced.
Yeah, time to get back to work.
“I’ll do a water round,” Harlow said.
“You got a new table, Loon,” Raye told me.
I scanned the space and headed out, saying, “We can talk among ourselves about Byron. Text chain.”
“What about Byron?” Jess asked.
“I’ll fill you in,” I heard Raye say as I rounded the bar to approach my new table.
I noticed Tito watching me from behind his sunglasses.
I smiled at him.
