Rockstar Baby (Crescent Cove 6)

The girl turned around. “Really?”

“Surprisingly.”

She turned back to Macy. “Can you do that?”

Macy narrowed her gaze at me. “You gunning for a job, red?”

I laughed. “I’ve got enough of those. But I do know my ice cream.”

“Huh.” Macy moved to the blender and eyeballed a few ingredients then set the blender to spinning. “Get over here, red.”

“Ivy.”

“Right. Whatever.” She poured some of the drink into a mug then plunked it in front of me. “Taste it since you came up with it.”

I came around the side of the counter. It looked magical. I took a sip. “Have any coconut milk?”

She folded her arms. “Now we’re making a tropical shake?”

I shrugged. “Add in some coconut milk, a few coconut shavings, and voila, new menu item that doesn’t cost you a thing.”

Macy followed my recipe then put the blender back on the base. She dumped the rest of the concoction into a to-go cup and set it in front of the blond girl. “On the house.”

“Really?” The girl shoved her cash into her pocket. She took a straw out and pierced the top. “Oh, wow.” Her eyes were almost comically wide with her winged liner. “Yeah, make more of these. My boyfriend will want one.” She took a bigger gulp. “Can I get another free one?”

“Don’t push your luck.”

The girl smiled tightly. “Right. I’ll pay.”

Macy stepped back. “All right, red. Show me what you got.”

“You made it fine.”

“You’re the ice cream expert.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t?” She gave me a bland look.

“I said I know my ice cream.” But I quickly lined up the ingredients she had and made a few alterations, then set the final product in front of her. “There you go.”

Macy flipped over a mug and poured some for herself. “It doesn’t suck.”

I laughed. High praise from the thorny proprietress. She was definitely a take it or leave it sort.

“I’m looking to do something fun for the summer. Interested in a job?” She poured the shake and handed it to one of the café girls. “Charge for a small coffee.”

“You sure?” The dark-haired girl asked.

“Yeah, it’s an experiment.”

“You got it.”

Macy turned back to me. “So, how about it?”

I nibbled my lower lip. It was tempting to take the job, but I really wanted to do something of my own instead of always working around someone else’s idea. “I’m actually trying to get an ice cream truck going for the summer.”

“Like a Mr. Ding-A-Ling?”