A loud laugh echoes from behind the kitchen door, and I know Jasmine has at least read the message.
Jasmine
Girl.
Dani
Is he here already?
Jasmine
I told Dani you would like him.
Marge
I could eat him with sugar.
I grit my teeth to keep from smiling outright at Marge’s comment.
So keeping his hotness a secret was deliberate?
Jasmine
Yes.
Dani
Jasmine’s idea
Marge
I wanted to keep him for myself
Do you want him to come back later or do you have time to talk to him now?
Dani
I’ll be out in a few.
Marge
Tell him I get off at nine, come back then.
I can’t hold in my laughter this time.
“I like laughing,” Nick says, and I smile at him.
I’m not sure what it is that has me feeling as if I already know him. Someone this beautiful… I’d remember.
“Dani will be out soon. She’s just taking a break in the back,” I say.
Nick gazes around the room again, his long, tattooed fingers gripping the lip of the bar as he swings back slightly. “What is the project?”
I grab some napkins out of the bulk and begin placing some in the empty containers. “Two magical winter demons.”
He peers at me surprised. “These?” He takes the Blaze one into his hands and peruses it over as if taking a deeper inspection this time. “1908,” he reads, squinting at the date on the bottom. “Shit, is this thing toxic?”
“That’s what I’ve been saying. The paint on the tongue luge has started chipping,” I explain.
