Instead, his smile widened, and he said on a chuckle, "Yeah, no kidding."
34
My Kind of Idiot
Ryder
The tension in my shoulders eased.Tessa was fine. The place was fine.
And me?
I was better than fine.A minute ago, I'd been ready to barge into the back. Sure, I would've looked like a lunatic, but hey, I'd rather look crazy today than kick myself tomorrow if something bad happened because I didn't check.
Turns out, I didn't need to. Like a knight in a shining dunce cap, I'd been reading it all wrong.
Therewasno danger – just an annoying boss who'd probably been riding her all day.
Yesterday, when he'd been waving that spatula and ranting about no loot in the vents, I'd figured he was a regular coworker, not her boss.
Now I knew better.
No wonder she was tense.
What she needed was something to make her laugh.
Fortunately, I knew just the thing. "So, about that special order…"
Her tone grew wary. "Yeah?"
"What do you have with raisins?"
She hesitated. "Raisins?"
I held up a finger. "Make thatextraraisins."
Color rose to her cheeks. "Wait a minute…are these for your friend?"
I grinned. "Well, they're not forme."
"But he hates raisins. He said so the other morning."
"No. What he said was,'No raisins.'"
And she'd gotten it right, too.When I'd peeked into that pastry box, I hadn't spotted a single raisin. Like an epic prankster, she'd gone hog wild with cranberries instead.
It was hilarious.
So she must've done it for fun, right?
But here and now, she looked mostly perplexed. "But if somebody says 'no raisins,' they obviously hate them."
"Or," I countered, "they're saving them for later."
"But that doesn't make any sense."
"Sure it does," I said. "Like eating vegetables before dessert."
"But that's not evencloseto the same thing."
