machine.
“This is awesome,” Sunny declared. “We’re new to this burg too. Everyone thought we were nuts, us, opening a coffee place in a Harley town. But we like it. The mountains are close and we can draw down the sun anytime we like. Just close up, bike out and do it wherever the spirit moves us.” She leaned toward me. “But, you know, we haven’t been exactly embraced by the populace.”
I knew. I definitely knew therefore I nodded.
“They’ll come,” Shambles muttered with both hope and determination in his two words.
“You give out free bites of your banana bread for a couple of days, you’ll be beating them back with a stick,” I told him.
“Hey!” he yelled, his head snapping back to look at me. “Great idea!”
Sunny turned to Shambles. “Why didn’t we think of that?”
“Because half the time we’re stoned?” Shambles asked back.
“Yeah,” Sunny grinned at me, “that sometimes messes with the synapses.”
I laughed and Shambles mumbled, “Mary Jane Enlightenment comes with a price,” so I laughed even more.
Two minutes later I had the directions to their house in my purse, Shambles gave me a skinny, vanilla cinnamon latte and a piece of zucchini bread loaded with pecans. I took a bite then a sip. Then I grinned at him.
“Rock your world?” he asked.
“Consider me a regular,” I answered while paying.
“Right on!” Shambles shouted.
“See you tomorrow morning then,” Sunny said as I headed to the door. “And tomorrow night!” she called.
“Yeah, definitely. Nice to meet you,” I said in farewell.
“Heck yeah, nice to meet you too!” Shambles yelled.
“Later, Flower Petal,” Sunny said.
“Later,” I replied and walked out eating and sipping, crossing the street and heading the one block to Bubba’s thinking that maybe with Betty and Sunny and Shambles and great bread and coffee and a heated pool outside my front and only door, a door in a hotel that might not be five stars but at least it had personality, Carnal would be all right.
I was five minutes early for my shift but there was a Harley parked outside the door and it looked familiar. I didn’t think that boded well and I was right when I walked through carrying my cardboard cup and the last bite of bread.
Tate was standing behind the bar wearing another Henley, this one burgundy, not thermal but long-sleeved and skintight. I noticed instantly that burgundy suited him.
Dang.
He turned, eyed me, didn’t smile and greeted in his deep voice, “You got me today, Ace.”
Great.
I nodded and headed to the bar asking, “Can I have the key to the office?”
He reached into his front pocket, pulled out his keys and tossed them on the bar. I shoved the last bite of bread into my mouth, acutely aware that he thought I was fat and I was eating in front of him, and, not looking at him, I grabbed the keys and headed to the hall.
“I got kegs to switch, you good with the re-stock?” I heard him ask as I kept moving.
“Sure,” I replied still not looking at him.
I went to the office, stowed my purse and went back to the bar. He was working under it at a keg and I tossed his keys as close to him as I cared to get (which wasn’t very close) but I did it loudly so he’d hear them hit the top of the bar. His head came up and his eyes hit me but I turned instantly and surveyed the fridges.
“Ace, you’ll need the keys to get into the storeroom,” I heard him say.
Dang. I was so stupid. Desperate to return his keys and not have anything that was his touch my flesh, I’d made a mistake that made me look like an idiot.
“Right,” I muttered, turned to nab them and went back to what I was doing.
Silently I went about my task, taking notes, sipping coffee and going back and forth to the storeroom as Tate went about his business. If our paths crossed, I avoided his eyes and gave him as wide a berth as I could manage. After the re-stock I took down the chairs and inspected the tables while