“But you can ask me to make a promise that could get you killed because you’re all about your male ego?”
He heaves a sigh, and it’s heavy. “If that’s how you see it, then yes.”
“Would you like to get out of your truck and thump your chest like a caveman before you grab me by the hair and drag me inside your man cave?”
“Ever.”
“It’s a legitimate question.”
“You’re pissed.”
“Stating the obvious.”
He reaches for my chin. I turn from him and scoot closer to the door. His booming laughter, straight from his core, surprises me.
I glower. “What’s so funny?”
“You. Us.” His eyes sparkle. “We’re arguing like an old married couple.”
He’s right. I smile back and move closer to him.
“Can we agree to disagree?” he asks.
“Does that mean not making promises to the other?”
He sighs with resignation. “To keep the peace, yes.”
He turns off the road, drives right up to Sweet Creations’ door and parks in front of it. My smile slips. Alarm bells ring in my head. “Bobby, we should park in the lot.”
The truck is blocking the door. Customers will have to walk around. They’ll be unhappy and make a complaint. The regulars know me.
Bobby takes my cold hand in his warm one. “This won’t take long.” He squeezes. My panic doesn’t go away.
The door opens. Maggie is walking toward us, carrying a drink carrier that holds an iced drink and a coffee. In her other hand is a brown bag we use for the pastries. I roll down the window. Maggie hands me the carrier and the brown bag.
“Your favorites, plus a coffee, black, for your man.”
Bobby gives her a two-finger salute. “Thank you, Miss Maggie. Say hi to Evan for me. Let him know I’m available when he’s ready to shoot the breeze about starting and owning a business.”
Bobby grabs the drink carrier from me and sets our drinks in the cupholders. He hands it back to Maggie. “I get that a nightclub isn’t what he was thinking when he said small business, but I’m happy to give him tips and pointers.”
Her face softens. “Thank you, Bobby. That’s nice of you.” Maggie rubs her pregnant belly and steps back. She’s thin and of my height, with bright-pink hair, a nose ring, and a pierced brow. “You two should get going.” She looks from me to Bobby. Her hazel eyes gleam. “I hear rain’s coming. Gotta get your pickings of flowers and produce at the farmers market and some dandy trinkets at the flea market before it hits.”
A different panic grips my insides. “I thought it was supposed to be cloudy and no rain.”
“Nope. I checked. Maybe you need to refresh your weather app.”
“Thanks, Mags, I will.” We wave to Maggie.
Bobby drives out of the parking lot and waits for cars to pass before he gets back on the road again. I dig through my bag for my phone and refresh the app. Sure enough, it shows a cloud-and-raindrops image about an hour and a half away. “Maybe we should go on a different day.”
I leave my phone on my lap. The weather could change for the better or the worse.
“Don’t like the rain?”
“I don’t like driving in it.”
“I’m driving.”
