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Tracy turned to keep an eye on the door in case some members walked in, but she was just as eager as everyone else to hear the news.
Becca paused at the lower wheelchair accessible counter and pulled out her cell phone. "It was just posted in the Texas Credit Union group. One of the tellers unintentionally foiled a robbery."
Tracy took another bite and had to hold back a moan as the tingle of cinnamon on her tongue hit just the right way.
"Someone came in and handed her a note. The teller had her glasses off because the pads were hurting her nose. She was rubbing on her nose to ease the pain when the man set the note down on the counter. She looked at it and saw that it had the logo for another credit union on the top of the paper, so she handed it back to the man and said, 'Sorry, you're just going tohave to take this to them. We don't have them as part of our shared branch network.'"
Tracy, Jaime, and Pepper stared at her.
"Wait, what?" Pepper frowned as she leaned against the wall. "Did she read the paper?"
Becca looked down at the screen of her phone.
"No, but the guy showed up to the other credit union and handed it over to the teller there. This time the teller had 20/20 vision and read the note. Gave him the cash and dropped the... you-know-what into the bag and let him walk out the door. The police got him a couple of blocks away."
Tracy chuckled. "Thank goodness for the first teller. I wonder what she felt like after she found out she'd accidentally foiled a robbery."
"You should call over and ask the manager, I'd love to hear the story." Jaime sighed. "Then again maybe not. She's probably either mortified or shaking knowing that she'd gone face to face with a robber and sent him packing."
"I'd guess the second. We all think about what it's going to be like to deal with something like that, but luckily," she knocked on the top of the wooden counter, "we haven't dealt with that yet."
Everyone shared a look. Someone lifted their hand with crossed fingers. Another put her hands together in prayer. And one more crossed herself. They trained for robberies. They had a number of plans set in place to deal with it when it happened.
And it was going to happen someday.
It was just better to plan ahead so when they were caught unawares, it was that muscle memory that would serve them well.
Or so they hoped and prayed.
The chime connected to the doormat sounded and everyone turned to see the doors opening up.
Tracy turned and saw three people walk in. The first was Weston and she had to drag her eyes off of him to see who else walked in. She smiled when she saw Dally and Jack walk in after him.
Pepper huffed a little. "The girl was holding the door?"
Tracy reached out a hand and touched Pepper's arm. "That's Jack. Don't let her hear you call her a girl. She's all boss."
"Jack?" Becca leaned in to get a better look.
Tracy took a few steps closer, and Weston reached out his hand for her. "Hey, babe."
"Weston." She smiled at him. “Or should I call you West? Is this business?"
Weston moved his hand up her arm and around her back, stepping in to hold her to his side. He kissed her cheek away from view and then nipped her earlobe just hard enough to make her whole body tingle. "Business is the excuse but any time I get to see you, it's a pleasure.
"Well, then..."
She cleared her throat and turned around to see Dally watching them with a smile on his face and Jack checking out the IRA pamphlet on the countertop.
"I should do the introductions."
Becca laughed out loud. "You missed it while your man was making you blush. Mister Smiley here," she gestured to Dally who shrugged, "introduced himself and Wonder Woman to the group and we introduced ourselves."
Tracy opened her mouth to apologize to everyone but the ladies she worked with weren't having it. They were all smiles, and Pepper gave her a thumbs up behind Becca's back.
"Good. Thanks, Dally."
He shrugged again. "No problem, Mom."
