Rockstar Baby (Crescent Cove 6)

“I have fifteen gallons in my freezer. And an industrial ice cream machine due at my house any day now.”

“It’s going to be busy.” Macy held out her hand.

I shook it. “I hope so.”

I helped her pack up what I’d brought, then she and Rylee took it into the back.

All the while, I happy danced in my head.

I floated out of the café into the fading rays of sun and wandered across the street. I needed a few minutes to digest it all. The lake always calmed me down.

I passed the gazebo—which was being used as lover’s lane at the moment, yikes—and headed down the pier. The lapping water evened me out. A few boats were out for a sunset cruise.

It was unseasonably warm and the scent of grilling meat drifted out from a few of the docked boats. Usually, that was a comforting smell. A belly-growling scent even, but right then, all it did was make my stomach churn.

Maybe I’d passed the point of hungry. I’d been working my ass off all night and exhaustion was overriding the high of Macy’s offer. Had I eaten today? Other than taste-testing ice cream, I was pretty sure that was a no.

I dug out my phone to text Rory, but paused before I unlocked the phone. It wasn’t like he was my boyfriend—obviously. There was a text waiting there. I’d had my phone on silent while I met with Macy.

Not from Rory, but one from Zoe.

I read the text.

Hey, me and Maggie are dying of boredom. The boys are playing in the studio. Think we could come by and see that store you talked about?

I quickly typed a definite yes. Zoe must have been sitting on top of the phone because the little bubbles of a reply popped up right away. I gave her the address and promised to meet her there.

I texted Kinleigh.

What are you doing?

Staring at the wall. Debating closing early to put myself out of my misery. How’d it go with Macy?

Good.

Dude, don’t tease me. Good—what the hell kind of reply is that? Get your butt in the damn store. I have box wine chilling.

I laughed and rushed down the pier. Kinleigh’s shop was a few doors down from where I was.

My friends Zoe and Maggie are going to come by the shop.

Tell them to bring wine.

One of them is preggers.

Okay, apple juice.

I’ll tell them. I’ll pick up some snacks at the grocery. I’m freaking starving.

Nah, we’ll DoorDash something. Chinese?

Girl, yes.

K. See ya in a few.

My thumb hovered over Rory’s contact name. Well, LC—even in my phone I couldn’t use Rory. He’d been interested when I told him about my ideas for the truck.

I sighed and stuffed my phone back into my pocket.