My Ex's Baby (Crescent Cove 8)

I peeked in and groaned. “Gravy fries?”

“Of course.” Gina headed toward the back of the store where the bathrooms were. “I’ll be right out.”

Gabby linked her arm with mine. “She had a very long day at the diner. The ducks made another appearance and she had to convince Mitch not to make duck stew.”

I winced. “He wouldn’t.”

“Probably not.” Gabby grinned as she tucked a lock of her chin-length dark hair behind her ear. “Pretty sure.”

“No, don’t tell me these things.”

“They blocked a delivery van to the diner before they waddled their way over to the park. Then they wouldn’t cross the road and I was late with a delivery.”

“Not sure why they are so fascinated by the roads in this town.”

“Girlfriend, I do not know. But there are a pack of them.”

I juggled the wine bottles and followed her to the dressing room area. “Do you call ducks a pack?”

“Flock?” Gabby set her two bottles of wine down where one of my Alexa Echo units resided. “Alexa, what do you call a grouping of ducks?”

“A group of ducks is called a herd, a flock, a raft, a paddling, or a plump.”

“Plump like my butt,” Gabby quipped. “Because my bestie keeps making glorious food and I keep sampling it.”

Considering I’d used Hannah Jacobs’s food delivery service myself, I could see how it could happen.

“Girls, this is my friend Gabriela Ramos.”

“Gabby,” she corrected with a little wave.

“Fresh blood.” Luna dragged Gabby over to the hassock. “Hello. You have a very feisty aura. Tell me all about you.”

Gabby gave me a should-I-be-worried glance.

I shook my head. “Luna is very excitable. She’s going to be working here.”

Luna squealed. “I am? Really?”

I laughed. “Well, you said you wanted to.”

“I do.” Luna detangled herself from the stack of clothes hemming her in. She hugged me, hopping around until I was laughing and hopping too. “You won’t regret it.”

“More like you’re the one who might regret it. This place is insane and only getting busier. And you will have a trial by fire with the Spring Walk tomorrow. Sure you want the job?”

“Definitely. I’m so excited.”

“There’s no real time for training.”

“I don’t care.” She squeezed my upper arms. “I’m an apt pupil, just ask Ry.”

Ryan crossed her long, shapely legs and kicked up her red-heeled foot. “It’s true. I’ve never known anyone who matched intuition with book learning like Luna.”

“See?”

“Oh, what do you do?” Gabby asked.

“I’m a cardslinger.” Luna bounced back over to Gabby. “And I’m about do yours.” She reached into her huge pink bucket bag and pulled out a rainbow and glitter drawstring pouch.