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“4344.”
Macy’s eyebrows shot up. “You know the passcode?”
“I don’t know how I know that. I can do this weird thing with tones though. If I ever heard it, I’d just know. From all my temp jobs on the phones. I’ve come down when you were opening up a few times.”
Macy sighed and crossed the room to a closet. She left the bat there and came back with a broom. “Yeah, you harass me for coffee. This goes above and beyond.”
I scrubbed my palm down my bare leg. Oh, great. Please don’t be half naked. What did I wear to bed? I looked down and blew out a breath. At least I was wearing shorts.
I’d been so damn hot at night lately that I went to sleep wearing only a T-shirt half the time.
She held out the broom to me with an expectant nod.
After taking it, I looked down at my footprints ghosted through the scattered coffee and sugar. I lifted a foot and brushed it off with a wince. “So, I sleepwalk.”
“Pardon?”
I swept up the granules into piles. Man, just how fine had I ground the freaking coffee? It was practically powder. “I used to do it a lot, but I grew out of it.”
“I’m gonna say it’s back. You know how many times you’ve done this?”
I winced. “More than once, I gather?”
“This would be the third time. Maybe fourth. The first time, I was totally freaked out. Thought I was losing my damn mind.” She grabbed a rag and spray bottle from under the register. “Just had two plates with bagels sitting on the counter one morning last week.”
“Oh, boy.” Things had been moved around in my apartment, but I hadn’t unpacked everything yet. I couldn’t be sure if I stopped unpacking mid-box or if I’d just forgotten where I’d put things.
Like two plates with my bakery goods.
Evidently, Denialsville was a place I called home. I didn’t want to believe it could be happening again. With the move, a new job, and having my sister so close to me that she was in my business all the time…
Yeah, stress was my first, middle, and last name.
“Then I came in to find a sugar bag open on the floor with sugar everywhere. So, then I thought I had a rodent problem. Unless it’s a bat, I’m not interested in that kind of crap in my place.”
“I’m so sorry. I swear, I didn’t know.”
Though wow, she liked bats? That was…different.
“The last time was coffee and caramel.”
“Kathy loves your caramel.” I pushed my crazy hair out of my face at Macy’s deadpan expression. “I get coffee for the floral shop.”
“Right. Black with two raw sugars, coffee regular with caramel, and double espresso shot mocha latte.”
I blushed. “Yeah, that’s us.”
“So, you make coffee too, Houdini?”
I winced. “Worked at a coffee shop in high school.”
“Not neatly.”
“Yeah, well, you should have seen my kitchen when I was a teenager. I’d leave the door to the fridge open and put peanut butter-covered knives back in the drawer.”
“You’re a real peach.”
My neck heated and I seriously wanted to run back up the stairs. “I used to do it a lot when I was in high school. Hormones and stuff, I guess.” I used the back of my hand to push my hair back. I felt sticky and gross. “Can I wash up a bit?”
