Normally being this tired, I’d say fuck all to my budget and just order pizza or something, but Luna already bought the food. It’s taking up one entire shelf in my walk-in at the shop.
I won’t let it go to waste.
Which means I’ll pull on my big girl pants and make something delicious.
She opens her mouth, but I just nudge the tray I’ve just completed at her.
“You want to take that out so the kids can serve them up? I’ll finish up this last one then bring it out.”
A pause, her brown eyes fixing on mine.
But she doesn’t comment further, just pats my arm, then takes the tray and walks out.
Still, I have the feeling she’s going to be watching me.
Or sending back someone to help me.
Turns out, it’s both.
The moment I walk through the door, Gray swoops in and snags the tray from me. “Off shift, Harp-tastic,” he says, tugging at my ponytail with his free hand.
“Yup. We’ll see you tomorrow,” Smitty declares, looping an arm around my shoulders and guiding me back through the swinging doors…but toward the hooks where I left my purse and jacket and not in the direction of the sink full of dirty dishes.
Because the sink isn’t unoccupied.
Nope.
Leo is standing there, rolling his sleeves up, our eyes connecting across the space.
Heat sparks in my belly, need drifting like slow, lazy fingers up the inside of my thighs.
Then his gaze flicks to Smitty’s arm around me and anger winds itself through the deep brown depths of his eyes.
I’d almost taken a step toward him.
But that flash of anger, the flicker of jealousy has me stopping.
He doesn’t like another man touching me when he threw me away? Never mind that Smitty is happily married and my freaking friend.
I grit my teeth, tear my gaze away.
“Thanks,” I murmur when Smitty pulls away and grabs my jacket, holding it up. He helps me into it then passes me my purse.
“I’ll walk you out.”
“Thanks,” I say again, ignoring the confusing, infuriating man at the sink as I follow Smitty into the parking lot.
But I feel Leo’s gaze burning into me the entire way.
“Yeah, no. That’s not for me.”
I wince from my hiding spot in the kitchen and don’t miss that Kailey’s doing the same from beside me.
Even Smitty, who’s bringing in another load of dishes, is uncharacteristically quiet.
“I’ll get those, little bird,” he says, trying to nudge Kailey away from her position in front of the sink.
“And take away my chance at hiding?” she asks.
