“Yes, Sadie apparently signed me up.” The tone in his voice tells me that he is not happy about this either.
Suzanne grins. “I see. Well, let me go grab the order, and since you and Lark are both here, you can work on putting some boxes together.”
He looks to me. “You’re volunteering?”
I nod.
“Of course,” he says under his breath.
Suzanne squeezes my arm as she goes past me, heading into the back, leaving me alone with Tristan.
Great.
“Hey,” I say softly.
Boy, I’m so good at this.
He smiles. “Hey.”
“I really am sorry about the whole cops thing,” I get out, feeling even stupider than I did before.
“It’s no big deal.”
It is, but I appreciate him letting me off the hook. “Okay.”
“I mean, it kind of is,” he cuts in after I dropped it.
“You just said it wasn’t.”
He shrugs. “I lied. It’s a big deal. One that I think you should repent over.”
I roll my eyes. “Yeah, I’m right on top of that.”
“Good, you should be.”
I laugh and shake my head. “Anyway. So you’re helping?”
Obviously, Lark.You already know that.
Slowly he bobs his head up and down. “That I am. And it seems you are as well.”
“Yup.”
I shift closer to him, and just as I do, someone walks in front of the big window, stops, and with mouth wide open stares. Like, not just looking, but face pressed up to the glass now. “Dear God,” I mutter.
Tristan turns where I’m looking and grunts. “Great. This will be in the damn paper. Headline will be something ridiculous like: ‘Stone Holds a Gatlin Hostage in Bakery’.”
“I think you’re lacking in imagination. It would be more like: ‘A Sticky Situation as a Stone Pins a Gatlin’.”
He chuckles. “Now you’re giving theInfinity Ridge Gazettea bit too much credit for their use of puns.”
“Probably.”
Tristan moves closer, his head coming near mine. My heart stops before finding its rhythm again. “We could really give them something to talk about,” he teases.
Or at least I think he’s teasing.
I hope he is.
