“He can drop glasses in my house any day,” the woman at the table next to me says.
“Maybe we should ask him to bend over.”
Addy rushes across the bar to me. “Dakota, Blossom, you’re happily married women.”
“Doesn’t mean I can’t look. Your new man is handsome.”
Addy’s nostrils flare. “He’s not my man. He’s a friend.”
She kneels down to help me pick up the glass but I nudge her away. “I’ve got it.”
“It’s literally my job.”
“I spilled. I pick up the mess.”
Her eyes widen. “You should explain responsibility to my brother.”
A chance to meet her family? I immediately agree. “Okay.”
“I approve,” one of the women at the table says.
Addy rolls her eyes. “The gossips will be wagging their tongues about us by tonight.”
“Oh, don’t worry. They’re already wagging,” the woman says.
Addy groans. “Sorry.”
“I’m not.”
She doesn’t appear to believe me, but the bartender hollers her name and she rushes off.
I have my work cut out for me, convincing her to be more than friends, but I don’t mind. I’ve always been a hard worker. Especially when I know what I want. And I want Addy.
Chapter 5
I should add Addy private time to the chart.
Addy
“Otis!” Penelope shouts. “It’s your turn to load the dishwasher!”
“I loaded it yesterday.”
Mila stomps her foot. “I did it yesterday!”
“No, I did,” Otis insists.
Penelope taps the chart on the refrigerator. “It says here today is your turn.”
“We switched, remember?”
Penelope’s nose wrinkles. “If we switched, I would have marked it on the chart. Changes are the reason why I insisted on a whiteboard.”
“Nerd,” Otis mutters.
“I am not a nerd.”
“You’re a nerd,” Mila says before beginning to chant. “Nerd! Nerd! Nerd!”
