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“Nah, Georgetta asked me when I came in if my mornings were free just in case you had any problems with a ride,” she explains from behind me.
“Gotcha,” I fold the towel in thirds and lay it beneath the counter, and smile, shaking my head.
“What?”
“Officer Fine-as-hell?” I raise my brow at her.
“Hey, you know he’s good looking, don’t try to deny it,” she says, pointing her finger at me.
She’s right; Sander is an attractive guy. I’m not blind to it or anything, but I never found him attractive in that way. We’ve always been so close, and the idea of him ever being anything more just didn’t cross my mind.
In high school, the girls used to hate my guts because Sander and I were always attached at the hip. I always just assumed that they were irritated because they wanted to catch him alone. He and I were best friends, so I never imagined that maybe they hated me for an entirely different reason. One that I’m now starting to question.
“Sure, I guess so,” I chuckle.
“You guess so? Girl, are you blind?” Teagan asks, and I laugh.
“Apparently so.” I clean down the counter and debate on whether to start a new pot of coffee.
“Apparently.”
“Aren’t you dating someone?” I chuckle, glancing back at her as she fills the sugar caddies.
She groans in exasperation, and I turn, arching a brow in question.
“I don’t know,” she sighs, shoving the sugar packets into their holders much rougher than necessary.
“You don’t know?”
“We’ve been on and off for a while now, and I know I just need to cut ties with him, but sometimes it’s less dramatic to just stay together,” Teagan shrugs her shoulders, and something tells me that she isn’t as okay as she lets on.
“Well, that doesn’t sound fun,” I say in an attempt to keep things lighthearted.
“It can be sometimes, but lately he’s just annoying the hell out of me.” She rolls her eyes in an attempt to downplay her emotions, but I’m far too familiar with the ‘everything’s okay’ façade.
“I’m pretty sure that’s just men in general,” I say, and reach for the coffee machine, deciding I’d rather make a fresh pot now before the mid-afternoon rush shows up.
“Preach,” Teagan says from behind me.
The chime of the front door opening grabs my attention, and when my eyes land on the figure walking toward me, I’m instantly on edge.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I grumble.
“What?” I hear Teagan behind me.
Bodhi Kane stops less than three feet away from me, positioned on the opposite side of the counter I just finished wiping down.
“King,” he says in greeting.
“Kane,” I respond.
I can’t see Teagan from where she stands behind me, but I imagine her gaze flitting back and forth between us like a tennis match.
“I wasn’t sure you’d be here today.”
“What exactly gave you the impression I would be here at all?”
“Milo said you work here,” he shrugs, like its not a big deal or anything to just show up at my work.
