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“Yes, ma’am,” he said in true Southern-gentleman style.
“I’d like the Beach Sunrise, with half the banana.”
“No more raspberries,” Cara called just as Grant started writing.He froze and looked up at the woman.
“Uh,” he said.
“Let me guess,” she said.“I can’t have the Beach Sunrise.”
“It does have raspberries in it,” he said, and he congratulated himself that he didn’t even have to turn to look at the menu to know that.He’d enjoyed a fair few Beach Sunrises over the years, and he happened to like the raspberry, mango, and banana combination.
She emitted the sigh of the century, and Grant’s phone started buzzing at him.“Oliver,” he called down the line.“I have to go.”
Oliver burst out laughing with a customer down at the register, and Grant rolled his eyes.
“I’ll get him,” Cara said.She stopped making the smoothies and went down to Oliver.She said a couple of things, to which he leaned his head toward her, and then he looked down to Grant.
“I’ll have the Fake Sunset,” the woman with the cute hair and pretty eyes said.
Grant scratched out her order, flung the paper onto the slider, and dropped the pen.“I have to go,” he said to an approaching Oliver.“And I still don’t have my smoothie.”
“Ten minutes,” Oliver said.“I’ve got raspberries in the freezer.Can you do the register while I grab them?”
“The freezer” meant the grocery store half a mile away.Grant wasn’t stupid, nor was this the first time he’d helped Oliver in a pinch.
“How about I run and get the raspberries?”Grant asked.“Then when I get back, Cara will have my smoothie ready, and I can go.”He held his ground with the sandy-haired owner.Just because Oliver could charm scorpions didn’t mean Grant had to do his bidding.In fact, he had half a mind to leave for “the freezer” and never come back to The Mad Mango.It had certainly inspired some anger in him that afternoon—and he was in danger of being seriously late to meet his four o’clock check-in.
His phone hadn’t alerted him to her proximity, however, so he might be okay.Oliver didn’t need to know that, and Grant glared at his friend.
The woman who’d stood a foot or two down the counter listening stepped back toward them.She clearly wasn’t super happy.“Are you telling me Icanhave the Beach Sunrise?”she asked.“You just have to grab the raspberries out of the freezer?”
“Yes,” Oliver said at the same time Grant said, “No.”
Grant made an executive decision.“I’ll go grab the raspberries,” he said, walking in the wrong direction to get them from the freezer.“I can’t ring these people up.”He didn’t look back as he stepped away.
“If you can get raspberries,” the pixied woman said.“I want the Beach Sunrise.”
“Lady,” Grant said, cutting her a glare out of the corner of her eye.“I don’t work here.Let it go.”
A blender started making a horrible chugging noise, then metal on metal, all within a single second.
“Watch out,” Cara called from down where she’d just scooped frozen peaches into a blender cup.
“Watch out?”Grant swung his attention from the blonde woman with the stormy eyes to the counter that ran along the length of the back wall.The lid blew off the top of the blender in that moment, and all Grant had time to do was throw his hands up in front of his face and pray.
He entered some weird place where noise and feeling didn’t exist.He sensed them happening around him, but for some reason, they didn’t affect him.The weird sensation didn’t last long, and then everything came rushing at him at double-speed.
Cold seeped through his shirt and made his skin ripple with gooseflesh.More than one person shouted, and he could pick out Oliver’s voice saying to get some napkins and then for Cara to kill the power to the blenders.
The soul-wrenching sound of that metal on metal that said the blender bottle wasn’t seated with the motor rotor grated against his nerves, and then it blissfully ended.
“I’m so sorry,” Oliver said, but he wasn’t talking to Grant.He’d somehow gotten on the other side of the counter, and Grant wouldn’t put it past him to have vaulted the stupid thing, because the person he’d just apologized to?
The beautiful blonde…who now had Fake Sunrise dripping down the side of her neck.
Half an hourlater, Grant pulled up to the cottage which had been rented for the next several days.He’d been in it that morning to make sure all the towels got folded and put back.He’d communicated with Cass, the woman renting the unit for a “single beach respite,” and she’d requested mint chocolate chip ice cream and a two-liter bottle of Diet Coke.
Since Grant worked hard to ensure the guests who stayed in his rentals—all of them, not just this one—remained happy enough to give him five stars in a review, he currently carried the ice cream and the soda pop toward the front door of the rental.
