“Hewouldrock a three-piece suit,” Dante said.
I wasn’t sure that was quite the compliment Dante seemed to think it was.
“He’s perfect for you, you know. You’re a Cancer, he’s a Taurus. It’s written in the stars,” Dante continued.
“Again, that sounds like bullshit,” Iggy said.
I couldn’t help smiling at that. Iggy always was a pragmatist.
“No, the thing about Geminis being good bakers? That was bullshit, I can’t bake to save my life. The Cancer-Taurus compatibility thing is real. Also, the thing where Tauruses are hung? Extremely real, as you’ve seen.”
I scratched the back of my neck, cheeks flushing.
“You shouldn’t have been looking,” Iggy mumbled.
“What? He’s hot. Sex with him would bore me to tears, but Iknowit was good for you. Not least of all because I haven’t seen you this happy in a long time.”
Another rush of heat made my face burn. I shouldn’t have been hanging back and listening to this.
“Itwasgood,” Iggy mumbled again.
Idefinitelyshouldn’t still have been listening.
I backed up a step and made sure to make plenty of noise as I walked into the front part of the coffee shop.
“So, how much did you hear?” Dante asked, leaning back against the counter and sipping his coffee.
Busted.
“Uh. Hannibal Lecter onward?”
I couldn’t lie about it. I felt guilty enough without trying to cover it up.
Iggy looked anywhere but at me, cheeks flushed pink.
“Hey,” I said, closing the distance between us and putting myself between him and Dante. “No embarrassment. I’m glad you had fun. You’re allowed to talk to your friends about me.” I paused, leaning in so I could whisper in his ear. “And you’ve still got a great butt.”
Iggy looked up at me with wonder in his eyes, lips slightly parted, and I couldn’t resist sweeping in and pressing a kiss to his mouth, eyes falling closed as I breathed in that coffee and sugar scent all over again.
“I need to go to the store,” I said, backing off a pace to give Iggy some space.
“Then I’ll wait until Harvey gets back before I leave,” Dante said.
“No, you go. You need to get ready for tonight,” Iggy responded. “I normally run this place on my own, I’ll be fine.”
“What’s tonight?” I asked.
“I’m booked for a bachelorette party,” Dante said.
I blinked at him. “Are you, like… a stripper, or…?”
“Yeah Harvey,” Dante said, voice so dry he didn’t need to roll his eyes to give the impression of doing it. “I’m a stripper.”
“He’s a fortune teller,” Iggy said. “Getting pretty popular, too.”
“People get curious about their future on the cusp of major events.” Dante shrugged.
“Yeah, don’t leave your coffee grounds around for him to read,” Iggy warned.
