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“Hope not a relation to the car people, because Fords blow.” She winced. “Sorry. I keep trying to return the rude button, but it comes back like a zit every time.”
I snorted. “I have a babble button. Return policy sucks.”
Macy barked out a rusty laugh, as if she didn’t use it very often. “We should be done around dinner time. Then things will quiet down.”
I had the baby shower today, so that wasn’t a big deal. Every day though? “The music?” I asked.
She nibbled the corner of her lower lip. “About that part.”
I sighed. “As long as it’s not to this level every day, we’re cool.”
“Oh, no. I need to hear my customers.” She smirked and shoved a hank of bangs out of her face. “Rock music tends to get people moving when it comes to unloading so I usually crank it. That and it keeps conversation down to a minimum.”
“Wonder if I can try that on six-year-olds.”
It was Macy’s turn for her eyebrows to shoot up. “Uh, not sure Sesame Street should ever be at that level.”
“More like Magic School Bus these days.”
She frowned. “I think I watched that as a kid.”
I laughed. “You know how it goes these days. They steal all our cool stuff.”
“Ain’t that the truth. Not that I know too much about kids, but the stores are full of stuff that looks like glammed-up versions of our childhood stuff.”
“No kids?” I asked.
“God, no.” She shuddered. “I have two cats and call it good.”
“Me neither.” But the longing was there. I tried not to think about it much, but with everyone pregnant around me, I couldn’t help but wonder.
Work usually stuffed it down. I was exhausted taking care of twenty-three six-year-olds. Did I really want to run after a toddler right now?
A flash of a little boy with bright blond hair and wary blue eyes ran through my head. Why Wes popped in my head, I didn’t know. He was a great kid, but he wasn’t the easiest to get to know. Or maybe that was because his father was equally as wary, and I couldn’t stop thinking about him either.
I plastered on a smile. “Well, I’ll let you get back to it. Sorry to interrupt.”
Again, Macy gnawed on the corner of her bottom lip. “You like coffee?”
“Not really.” I winced. “Probably shouldn’t say that to the head barista in charge.”
“Change that barista to bitch and we’re close. Actually, that’s probably even better. If I can get a non-coffee lover to dig my stuff…” She shrugged. “Well, it would be pretty rad.”
“Rad?”
She shrugged. “Blame my brother. Anyway, come on in and try the new espresso I’m working on.”
“I don’t know. Espresso is kind of bitter.”
“Not mine. And I have a nice chocolate kick to balance it. And to add to its addictive quality.”
“I do like chocolate.”
“Only assholes don’t.”
I laughed as I followed her back inside. She certainly said what she wanted to on the subject. I had a feeling she’d like Sage and Ally as well. They were also more into coffee than I was.
Macy rounded the counter to the huge L-shaped coffee bar, then stroked her hand down the purple beast of a machine. “What’s your tolerance?”
