Brek’s smug grin turned sly. He gave a slight head shake before moving on to fill orders that had backed up during the past five minutes for disorderly conduct by the Grandmothers Gone Wild.
With “Sweet Caroline” over, Linx and the band had moved onto one of the newer Dimefront songs.
Becca helped Brek fill orders. “Do you do that for everyone you kick out? The taxi thing?”
“Only when they’re led by my best buddy’s babushka. He’d never forgive me if I called the cops on her.” He dumped the contents of a Coors into the sink, rinsed the bottle, and refilled it with ginger ale. “Mostly because then he’d have to go down and bail her ass out of jail. That would mess up his night. Thus…taxi.”
Brek added a couple of bottles of water to the mix.
“Ready for me to hand this off to the band?” Becca asked, already loading the tray.
Brek grunted in affirmative.
“Rebecca,” an all too familiar voice called.
Becca frowned and turned toward the voice. Looked like her mom hadn’t gotten in that taxi after all.
Oh. Well, fantastic. More Crisco conversations.
Yay.
Chapter 11
Becca
Linx held the car door open for Becca like they were in a Cinderella movie. If Cinderella was a waitress and Prince Charming was a rock star.
As Linx ran around to the driver’s side, she mentally did an inventory of her tips. They didn’t suck, which she mostly attributed to Linx and the way he charmed the pants off everyone when he was on stage. His repeated requests that everyone tip their waitresses well couldn’t be ignored. Judging by the bulge of cash in her wallet, his request worked.
He slid into the driver’s seat and started the ignition.
As he pulled out of the lot, he said, “I had a great talk with your mom tonight.”
Becca groaned. Why couldn’t her mother have gotten into the waiting taxi Brek made available? She hadn’t even stuck around that long after she came back inside. Just long enough to talk to Linx, apparently.
“I don’t want to know what she said.” Becca rested her forehead against the passenger door glass. The cold surface offered a reprieve from thoughts of parental embarrassment.
“She said that she likes Dimefront.” He kept his eyes on the road, but the brief twitch at the edge of his lips showed that this was not the end of the tea her mom had spilled.
Becca pinched her lips together. “There’s no way that’sallshe said.”
“You’re right.” He kept his hands at ten and two on the steering wheel, but the lip twitch turned to a full smirk.
Don’t ask. You don’t want to know.
“What else did she say?” Oh well, better to get it all out in the open so there wasn’t a can of surprise Crisco in her future.
Linx paused, but not like he was thinking. He paused like he was drawing out Becca’s misery because he could. The moment should’ve raised her stress levels. Since it was Linx, the drama made her smile.
She pulled out her ponytail and ran her fingers through her hair. “Spill it, Cedric.”
A dimple popped on his right cheek, and his lips twitched again.
He seemed to like that she’d called him by his given name. “She mentioned that you spent a summer in Europe, the same time we did our Penny Pincher tour.”
Shut the Porsche door. Her mom couldn’t know about that.
Becca had told everyone that her summer European tour was for continuing education—a program on the need for meditation and relaxation in high-stress environments.
