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“Sure.” Macy pointed at the boxes under the counter. “I was having cameras put in next week.”
I ran the taps and soaped up my hands, digging out coffee grounds from under my nails. “How did you know I was in here? Did you hear me or something?”
“No. I set a nanny cam up until Gideon can put those in.”
I looked around. “Where?”
She pointed to a bat tacked up with its wings extended in the corner of her display case. “Little camera in there. Motion sensor, just can’t see shit at night. All I saw was someone moving around in the dark.”
“And you came down here with a baseball bat? Are you crazy?”
Macy tipped her head. “Really?”
“Well, you didn’t know if I was a thief. You should have called the cops.”
“You asked me not to call the cops.”
“Well, of course, I don’t want to get into trouble, but oh my God, what if I was dangerous?”
“Yeah, you and your sugar problem. Totally dangerous.”
“I mean, I don’t know you, really, but dude, not cool.”
“I can take care of myself, don’t worry.” She dragged the garbage over and scraped my mess into the bag.
“I’ll pay for it.”
“For what?”
“The stuff I wasted.”
Macy shrugged. “It’s fine. Vee makes a bigger mess just walking through the back room.”
“But I totally broke in and wrecked the place.”
“Look, Rylee, right?”
I sighed. “Yeah, Rylee.”
We’d spoken a few times, but Macy wasn’t exactly the chatty type. And I was completely fine with that, other than the fact that I’d totally broken into her place. What in the fuck? How was this my life?
“I mean, we gotta figure out how to stop you from sleepwalking into my joint, but I’m not going to be a shit about it. It’s not your fault or whatever. It’s a condition.” She flipped the end of her braid over her shoulder. “It’s fine.”
I tried to stop a smile. Macy was gruff. The only reason I kept coming back to her coffee shop was because she made the best coffee I’d ever tasted. Good thing, because she barked at her customers more than she smiled. And yet Brewed Awakening was busy all the time because she was a damn genius at coming up with the perfect combinations based on the person, not just a menu like most places.
“It usually comes up when I’m stressed. Evidently, moving and starting a new job is way more stressful than I thought it would be.” The last time it had happened, I’d lost a boyfriend over it. And my current level of exhaustion should have been a freaking clue. That and the fact that my pants were getting a little tight.
The worst part of sleepwalking for me had always been the middle of the night eating. Diet all you want, but if your subconscious is trashing your diet, it ain’t gonna work. Not that I was a hardcore dieter, but a carb sabotage sucked.
“Good thing it doesn’t work like that for me. I’d be sleepwalking all over friggin’ town.”
I laughed. It was the only thing I could do. I was so far past embarrassed, I was in the next county. “Could you maybe…keep this between us?” I piled up plates from where I’d demolished her stacks. Luckily, they were plastic.
She gave me a sidelong glance. “It’s damn good blackmail material.”
My breath stalled.
“I’m kidding.” She lobbed a towel at me.
