Pit Stop: Baby! (Crescent Cove 4)

Legos, unplanned babies, peanut butter, and all.

“You’re going to grow out of that corner.”

I grinned over my shoulder at Macy. “It’s Moose time.”

She tucked her towel into her apron. “They should just fuck already.”

I snorted. “Two shy people? Come on, we need more fairy dust than that.”

“Vee is the least shy person I know.”

“Yeah, when it comes to us. Guys? Especially that guy? Talk about buttoned down.”

“Hmm.”

We both watched as Vee, normally smooth and skilled behind the counter, fumbled with Moose’s repeat customer card. Their fingers brushed, and Moose’s neck heated up like a burner on high. If either of them averted their eyes any more, they’d literally be on the floor.

Moose lifted his cup in thanks, disappointment flickering in his gaze when Vee was already rushing back into the kitchen.

“You’d think she was thirteen, not twenty-six when he was around,” Macy muttered.

Considering I knew a little how that felt, I couldn’t say a damn thing.

Macy wasn’t through. “Don’t see me blushing and fluttering around a male, now do you?”

John Gideon hadn’t been in lately. I had it on good authority from Vee that he was Macy’s brand of kryptonite. Something about his giant tool belt.

I’d just leave that line of conversation for another day.

I cleared my throat. “So, I’m bored as hell. Do you have anything you need me to help out with? You know, busy work?”

“You keep helping out, I’m going to have to put you on the roster, mocha.”

“Would that be so bad?”

Macy folded her arms over her chest, a malevolent version of It’s The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown peeking over her stacked arms from her T-shirt. “You angling for a job?”

I shrugged. I wanted more than that, but it was probably the first avenue I should try. “I could help out when you needed it.”

“I’m kind of an asshole boss. I mean, we’re friends-ish.”

I laughed. “Ish.”

She shrugged. “Whatever. If you don’t care that I’m grouchy by nature, you can try it out. I don’t want you crying to me when I snap at you because you do something I hate.”

“That’s different from how you already talk to me how?”

Macy just grunted. “Your funeral.” She headed back to the main counter now that the heart eyes were brushed away. “You can mess with the displays you’re always crying about.”

I grinned. “Really?” I called after her.

She waved over her head. “Just do it already. I’m sick of hearing you whine about it.”

I rushed back to my iPad and papers, shoving them back into my messenger bag. I debated running my bag upstairs, then decided I needed to change into clothes a little more suited for crawling around the floor rearranging mugs and memorabilia.

Just as I slung my bag over my shoulder, Gage came in the front door laughing with a stunning redhead and his brother. The strap fell off my shoulder as the bombshell woman in leather grabbed Gage and leaped onto his back.

“You will not cheap out on the shearing machine. I know a guy.” She hopped down when she spotted me staring at them. “That hot piece has to be your girl.” She punched Gage much like I usually did when he said something boneheaded.