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“A kiss good-bye,” I told him.
He took two steps forward and I took two steps back, slamming into a wall. His hands went to my ass and pulled me against him and he kissed me breathless.
“Thatwas a kiss good-bye,” he said when he was done.
I took in a shaky breath.
It sure was.
* * *
Ally and Texwere behind the coffee counter at Fortnum’s when I got there. There were six people waiting in line, and three people who’d already ordered and were waiting for their coffee. Every chair and couch had someone’s ass in it, all of them drinking coffee.
Mötley Crüe was blaring “Girls Girls Girls” from the CD player.
I looked at my watch. It was ten to eight. We’d only been open for twenty minutes.
Apparently peoplewouldpay to have a guy who looked like a serial killer serve them coffee.
“Holy shit,” I said.
“Get your butt behind this counter, woman! Does it look like there’s nothin’ to do and you have time to stand around gawkin’?” Tex boomed.
I walked around the counter and saw Annie, the blonde, helmet-head lady who yelled at me during the Rosie riot. She was staring at her cup with a reverence normally only befitting the unveiling of front row tickets. She looked up at me.
“Where do you find these guys?” she breathed.
“Luck,” I said and got to work.
We were so busy, for hours I thought of nothing but coffee, milk, syrup and all the money that was being shoved into my cash register. We’d never been this busy, even with Rosie. We had good crowds, but this was crazy.
By ten thirty the crowd had died down. Duke came in and manned the book counter, which was also seeing business. We had a goodly number of folks sitting, reading and enjoying their coffee.
“Are we still ticked at each other?” Ally finally had the chance to ask me.
“Well, since you being pissed at me went hand in hand with me being pissed at Lee…and since Lee and I are no longer on a break…then no, we aren’t ticked at each other.”
Ally grinned. “Good.”
That’s the way it was with best friends. You got mad, you got over it.
I turned to Tex. “But you’re a traitor and I’m not talking to you ever again,” I told him.
“You get number seven last night?” he asked.
I stared at him, not knowing what inthehell he was talking about.
Then it dawned on me.
Orgasm number seven.
Yikes.
Maybe Ididshare too much information with Tex last night.
Since I got number seven last night and number eight that morning, I didn’t answer.
It must have shown on my face because Tex let out a booming laugh then said, “You have no reason to be mad and I don’t wanna hear about it.”
