HBA: Jacks is excited about her ice cream tasting. Also wants to know if she can help you make a new flavor.
A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth.
"Who's HBA?" Sierra asked.
I jumped and my heart kicked hard against my ribs. "What the hell, Sierra?! You scared me!"
"Who's HBA?"
"Brody," I replied absently, staring down at the screen as I thought about how I should respond.
"What's that mean?"
"Hot but annoying," I answered.
She hooted, a wicked smile gracing her face. "I knew you still had a thing for him."
"Acknowledging someone's hotness isn't the same as having a thing for them. It's like appreciating a work of art. You can think it's pretty without wanting to bone it."
"If you say so."
I ignored her and walked away, typing rapidly on my phone.
I should have known you were lying about not having my cell number. I make ice cream every Monday but I usually create the menu on Thursday or Friday if she wants to help me decide on a new flavor. Or you can bring her by next Monday and we can experiment.
I paused then deleted the last three words and instead typed -she can experiment with several different combinations.
There. That didn't sound quite as suggestive as my initial message would have.
I hit send and tucked my phone back into my pocket.
I didn't realize I was smiling until Sierra called out, "You're totally gonna bone!"
I flipped her the bird but she only cackled harder.
"Quit your Wicked Witch of the West impression and get to work," I groused.
"Cam and Brody, sittin' in a tree..."
Before she could finish the ditty, I grabbed the spray nozzle in the sink and flipped it to full blast. She managed to dodge a majority of the water, but I caught the inner edge of her shorts with a little spray.
"Dammit, Cam! Now it looks like I peed my pants!" she yelled. "You are so dead!"
I laughed and waved the nozzle at her threateningly. "Bring it."
Sierra sniffed. "I thought we were here to work, not goof off."
"Truce while we're at the shop?"
She studied me and I knew she was considering her revenge. "Fine. But once we walk out that door, watch your back."
"I'm shaking in my flip flops," I teased.
"Shut up and get me a towel."
"I can do better than that," I replied. "I have a washer/dryer combo in the storage room. You can toss your shorts in there for a little bit."
"And wear what?"
