Rockstar Baby (Crescent Cove 6)

“Oh. Cool.” Not sure how they’d ended up making that hour long trip without killing each other. “Yeah, you definitely have to make sure your door works, idiot.”

She rolled her eyes. “We’re safe as kittens in this town.”

“Dude, if you listened to my podcasts, you would not agree with that sentiment.”

“I do not need to hear about death and dismemberment in a small town, thanks.”

I made a few more notes about paint then stuffed my pen into my notebook and tossed it back in my purse. “It’s fascinating and you know it.”

“Only for freaks like you.”

I stood. “What do you want?”

“I’m hungry. I figured I’d drag you down to the Spinning Wheel, but since you look like that, I’m thinking no.” She narrowed her eyes. “Your plan all along.”

I pressed my lips together. The problem with besties was they knew all your tricks. “Caramel or Strawberry?”

“Surprise me.”

I patted my ass to make sure my debit card was still there and wound my way around the couches and chairs that made up the eclectically cute café. A towering pile of romance novels butted up against horror novels in the reading nook. It was a Friday night, so the projector was set up in the far corner with a pile of teens watching an old school horror movie.

Looked like Freddy Krueger was on the menu tonight.

Wonder what kind of popcorn would go with that? I could go for something salty.

My stomach growled as I waited in line. Macy, the owner, was barking orders to her minions. The espresso machine was working just as hard as the blender. A bin of popcorn was stirring in Macy’s special cheddar and butter blend.

I was going to expire if the line didn’t move a little faster.

Finally, I was next in line behind a teen.

“Do you have milkshakes?”

Internally, I groaned. She obviously wasn’t from Crescent Cove.

“Are they on the menu?” Macy’s voice was pleasant, if you didn’t know her.

“Um, no.”

“Then I don’t have milkshakes.” Macy sighed. “I can do my caff-smoothies and I have coffee blended drinks.”

The teen in front of me put her hands on her hips. “But I don’t do caffeine. It’s not good for you.”

“Then why the hell are you in my place, blondie? It’s a café.”

I smothered a snort.

“You don’t have to be rude.”

“Have you met me?” Macy barked an order over her shoulder. “How about a Coffee Shake minus the coffee. That’s the best I can do.”

“So, a vanilla shake?” The girl twisted the pop socket on her phone.

“Sure, but you’re paying for a coffee shake.”

“That’s fine.”

“Add some orange juice and pineapple juice and it’s perfect,” I said.