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“I want that, God. I want what Courtney and Nevada have and what Sloane and Holt have. Please.”
Twenty minutes later, both women looked to the front when they heard someone knocking on the door.
“That must be Nevada,” Courtney said as she headed for the door and returned to the kitchen, with Nevada behind her.
“Here you go, JoJo.” Courtney handed her a blue T-shirt.
“Thank you. You too, Nevada. I hated the idea of driving back home.”
“You have to watch her, JoJo. She acts first, talks last.”
“That is not true, Nevada Shelton.” Courtney folded her arms and tapped her foot.
JoJo and Nevada laughed because they knew it was the truth.
“Oh, come on now, sweetheart. You know it’s true.” He kissed her forehead, and JoJo sighed.
“Okay, but not all the time.”
“I’m going to change. Thanks again, both of you.” JoJo headed for the bathroom. The icing was sticky on the shirt she still wore, so she had to be careful not to get it in her hair.
She opened the door, walked back into the kitchen, and saw Courtney working again, so JoJo stepped to the side of her and waved, catching Courtney’s attention.
“I appreciate this, Courtney.”
“What are friends for?”
JoJo smiled, then got to work. Sloane arrived at eight, and they worked in compatible silence.
As usual, people were waiting when it was time to open the door at ten. JoJo unlocked the door and pulled it open. The people entered and immediately took a ticket. She glanced back at the glass case and saw Courtney waiting on customers.
JoJo made her way to the glass cases and moved behind them. She called out the following number, and it moved along great.
“Number twenty,” JoJo called out.
“That’s me,” a deep voice said, sending shivers down her spine. It was sexy as hell.
JoJo glanced around to find the owner of that voice, and when she did, her heart slammed against her ribs. It wasn’t just his sexy voice. The man himself was sexy. Who was he? She had never seen him before.
He was tall and wore a white straw cowboy hat. The red T-shirt he wore hugged a broad chest and flat stomach. His jeans seemed to fitverywell. And his arms…oh, my, his arms were well muscled. She loved muscular arms on a man. Her eyes skimmed lower to see the well-worn cowboy boots on his feet. He handed his ticket to her and raised an eyebrow when she didn’t take it.
JoJo wasn’t shy, but she couldn’t seem to speak in front of this man.
“Ma’am?”
“Oh! Oh, I’m sorry.” She took the ticket from his hand, careful not to touch him because she’d throw herself at him if she did.
“That’s all right. It is Monday, after all.” He grinned, and her mouth went dry.
“Yes. Uh, what can I get you?”
“What’s good?”
“Everything,” a woman said from close to the door.
“That doesn’t help me. I can’t get everything.” He smiled.
“Do you like banana nut bread?” JoJo asked.
