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I went to the fridge to get out some eggs and butter and sausage and toast. I turned and caught Lark licking her fingers.
“That is so fucking hot,” I said, the carton of eggs nearly sliding out of my hands.
“Couldn’t help myself,” she said, shrugging.
What was she doing to me?
* * *
“Whoa,you look happy. Guess your hookup went well yesterday,” Joy said during lunch.
“What?” I asked. Oh, right. My failed hookup that turned into me and Lark fucking when I got back and attacked her. I opened my mouth to tell Joy about it and then slammed my jaw shut. Lark and I still hadn’t even talked about what we were doing, and I didn’t need anyone’s opinion on it this time.
“Your hookup?” Joy said. “Because you’ve got a major ‘I had a lot of sex’ glow that I haven’t seen on you in a while,” she said.
“My hookup was fantastic,” I said. “Incredible. Five stars.”
Joy snorted and shook her head. “You going to see her again?”
“You never know,” I said, which wasn’t a yes or a no.
Joy studied me, her eyes narrowing. I thought she was going to call me out, but she didn’t.
“Well, I’m glad to see you happy,” she said. “However that happens. You deserve it.”
“Thanks,” I said. “You’re the best, babe.”
“I try,” she said.
“You’re very good at it,” I said.
She grinned and picked up half of her sandwich.
“So, back to plans for the engagement party,” she said. I put a smile on my face and tried not to groan.
* * *
I hatepeopleLark messaged me that afternoon.
Me too. They’re the worstI responded. She followed her message up with a picture of her making a face while wearing her work shirt with the logo of the coffeeshop on it. Fortunately, she didn’t have to wear a nametag or a hat or anything like that even though she would have looked cute as hell in them.
I sent her a picture of all the boxes I needed to somehow get packed.
I’m just going to hire someone and see if my mom notices. I mean, I do the payroll, so it’s not like she could even stop meI sent.
Do itLark sent.
You’re a bad influence on meI responded.
Someone had just walked into the shop, so I had to abandon the box packing to see who it was.
A somewhat frazzled-looking woman stood in front of me. Her hair was lavender and pulled up in a messy bun and it somehow didn’t clash with her green eyes. A pair of glasses with beige plastic frames sat on her nose.
“Can I help you?” I asked. She’d been glancing around, her lips pressed together.
“Oh, uh, hi, yes,” she said, blinking a few times. “I was wondering if you’re hiring?”
“We are,” I said. “Are you looking for work?”
