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If only she had that skill. She probably could have avoided Kevin and a whole lot of heartache. “Are you going to list all his flaws again?”
Lottie made a face. “That peckerwood.”
“Lottie!” Rachel chuckled.
There was a knock on the back door. They both looked up as Chris let himself in. “Good morning.”
Lottie beamed at him as she stood. “And here I thought you’d forgotten about me.”
“Never.” Chris bent to kiss her proffered cheek.
Her grandma patted him on the arm. “Coffee?”
“Sit. I’ll get it,” he said, going to the cupboard.
“Breakfast then.” She went to the counter and began pulling out plates.
Rachel shared a look with Chris. They both knew it’d do no good telling her grandma they’d make breakfast. Besides, she got a lot of pleasure caring for them.
Chris dropped into the chair next to her and nudged her with his shoulder. “Hey.”
“Hey.”
He raised his brow as he looked at her robe. “Late night?”
She snorted. “You know where I was.”
“Until you left the bar. For all I know you met up with that guy.”
She stilled, her coffee halfway to her lips. “What guy?” she asked as casually as she could.
“Guy?” Lottie said, setting a plate with a large slice of coffee cake in front of him. “What guy?”
“A handsome foreigner,” Chris said with a devilish grin.
“Rachel.” Her grandma faced her, hands on her hips. “Why didn’t you tell me you met a handsome foreigner?”
“Because there was nothing to tell,” she said, crossing her fingers behind her back.
“They made googly eyes at each other all night,” Chris said to Lottie.
Her grandma paused as she beat eggs. “How handsome was he?”
“Christian Grey handsome,” Chris said as Rachel said, “He was okay.”
Lottie whirled around, whisk in her hand. “Christian Grey handsome! And you came home alone?Rachel.”
Her grandma had been impossible since she’d watchedFifty Shadeson Netflix. She gave her so-called best friend the stink eye as he grinned at her. “If you thought I was interested in him, shouldn’t you have encouraged me last night?”
Chris shrugged. “I didn’t think you needed pointers. Aren’t you close to forty now?”
“Shut up.” Rachel smacked Chris on the arm.
He chuckled, sipping his coffee.
They sat together, watching Lottie make breakfast, the way they had so many Saturday mornings growing up. They didn’t do it too often anymore—usually Chris had to prep the bar—but when they did, it made her grateful that he was still in her life.That, at least, she hadn’t messed up.
“Are we all set for tomorrow?” he asked.
