Page 19 of The Backup Groom
“Amber would love that!” Stella reached across and gripped Ryan’s forearm. “You’re so sweet. I feel a lot less guilty about bailing on her now. In fact, while you’re having coffee, you can pick Amber’s brain on advertising for your real estate services and getting the word out. She is a creative genius, so you know.”
Real Estate Ryan turned to me. “OMG, that would be amazing. I need to update my marketing material ASAP, and TBH, I could use a professional opinion on how to spice it up and make it more appealing.”
I smiled. “I’d be happy to give you some input.”
“Great!” Stella said. “Okay, I really need to get running.” She turned back to hug me. “TTYL.”
Next thing I knew, Real Estate Ryan and I were fourth in line at Bean Me Up, Scotty.
“Hey, Amber,” Scotty said, when we got to the front to order. “Nice to see you here on the weekend.”
“You, too.” I was happy to be in the presence of a normal person. Well, two normal people, actually. “Hey, Dean.”
He waved at me as he frothed some milk. “Hey, Amber! Happy Saturday!”
“Happy Saturday,” I replied.
Seriously, they were two of the nicest guys.
“I haven’t forgotten about the bet,” I told Scotty.
“What bet?” Real Estate Ryan asked.
I pointed to the picture on the wall. “I say that the movieSupermanis a romance. Scotty says it’s science fiction. I’m going to prove him wrong.”
“And what do you get if you do?” Real Estate Ryan asked.
“A week of free coffee,” I said.
“And what does he get if he wins?”
“The satisfaction of knowing that I’m always right,” Scotty said.
I shook my head, amused. “Men and their egos.”
He pointed to the entrance. “My ego is so big I need to open both doors to come inside every day.”
I grinned. “Nice try—I find that hard to believe.”
Scotty was one of the most down-to-earth guys I knew.
Not that I knew him well, but I certainly was an excellent judge of character.
“What do you think?” Scotty asked Real Estate Ryan. “IsSupermana romance or science fiction? Help a brother out here.”
Real Estate Ryan shrugged. “IDK—I never saw the movie.”
“What?” Scotty and I said in unison. “Jinx!”
We pointed to each other like teenagers.
Real Estate Ryan sighed and checked his watch. “I’ve only got twenty-seven minutes available. We’ll take two Caramel Spockiatos.”
Talk about a party pooper.
Scotty tapped the order on his monitor, his gaze bouncing back and forth between me and Real Estate Ryan. “Okay . . .” He looked confused.
Or maybe he was trying to figure out why I was with this bozo.
