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I shake my head at her antics as I walk away to find a quiet place to answer my phone. I end up in an alley between the library and Eden’s Garden, the local flower shop.
“Make it quick,” I order as I answer the phone.
I probably shouldn’t give my boss orders but Brody drives me bonkers. How he ever managed to capture Soleil’s heart is beyond me.
Brody rattles off a bunch of stuff he needs me to do this very minute. I roll my eyes. He’s crazy if he thinks I’m working on a Saturday afternoon when there’s a town festival. I don’t kowtow to any man.
“Yeah, yeah,” I murmur. “Send me an email with a list and I’ll work on it.”
Notice how I didn’t promise to finish anything today. I wasn’t born yesterday.
I hang up the phone and make my way to the end of the alley. When I reach it, Fender steps out of the shadows to block me.
“Excuse me.” I try to scoot around him but he crosses his arms over his chest and refuses to budge. “What’s your problem?”
“It’s a holiday.”
I’m fairly certain Litha isn’t an actual holiday but whatever.
“You shouldn’t be working.”
“I’m not, grumpapottamus.”
“Grumpapottamus?” a man asks from behind him. “Love it. I hereby christen Fender Grumpapottamus.”
Another man shoves Fender out of the way. “I’m Jett.” He waggles his eyebrows. “I’m the best band member.”
I cock an eyebrow. “Band member?”
I know exactly who he is. He’s the drummer for Cash & the Sinners. And the other man is Gibson, the rhythm guitarist for the band. But I’m not giving them the satisfaction of going all crazed fan on them. Their egos are probably bigger than the state of Colorado as it is.
Gibson chuckles. “She’s perfect.”
Fender growls at him.
“What’s wrong, grumpapottamus?” Jett teases.
I giggle. I think I might like Jett.
“Don’t you have a drum circle dance to get to?” Fender asks.
Jett’s eyes pop open. “Shit. I’m late.” He runs away but doesn’t get far before whipping around and coming back. “Nice to meet you, Leia, mother of Isla.” He bows before rushing away again.
“By the way, I’m Gibson.” Gibson holds out his hand but instead of shaking mine, he kisses my fingers. Fender growls and Gibson winks at me before following Jett.
“This was fun but I need to get back to the jumping competition.” I don’t wait for a response from Fender before marching away. Unfortunately, he doesn’t get the hint and follows me. I ignore him.
I also force myself to ignore the heat coming off his body reaching out to me and the scent of his musky cologne tickling my nose. I refuse to swoon over some grumpy jerk who thinks he can tell me what to do. I’ll work whenever I want to, thank you very much.
“Mom!” Isla waves me over.
I dismiss Fender as we get closer to my daughter. “You may leave now.”
He grunts.
“I don’t speak grunt, grumpy dude.”
“You shouldn’t abandon your daughter with strangers.”
