Page 21 of Seeking Two Lovers

“Get. Out!” And after I’d spent the morning getting myself off a half-dozen times once that sexting session with Scott of the Gray Sweats had ended.

“His face was beet red when I asked him if he was looking for someone—he’d been craning his neck for a peek behind the counter.”

“Seriously?”

“The poor guy fumbled his words but spit out he wondered where the coffee girl from Monday was.”

“He called me coffee girl?” A grin spread over my face, my insides going all gooey over the fact the shy man had given me a nickname.

“Yep.” Cheryl perched her sunglasses atop her head, readying to head out for the day. “Any chance you want to trade shifts tomorrow? Janine is looking for someone to cover her—”

“Yes!” I cut Cheryl off, and we both burst into laughter.

“Good, cuz I told him you’d be in when we opened at six.” She bumped me with her shoulder while passing, making for the back door. “You’re welcome.”

“Holy hell,” I whispered, my stomach alight with butterflies. Switching out shifts meant I had Wednesday night off…

I considered messaging Scott to see if he was up for moving our little date by a night but quickly shut that idea down. If tall, dark, and handsome of Lionel’s Landscaping came in the next morning, I wanted my evening free.

Just in case.

I’d shown my entire messaging thread with Scott to Haley—except for the naughty pics I’d sent him—and she’d groaned her jealousy.

Me: You’ll never guess who came in looking for me this morning.

Haley: Get the fuck out!

Me: Right!?! What should I do?

Haley: Why choose? Ride that wave as far as you can.

I snorted a laugh even while knowing my family would consider me a whore for wanting two guys at the same time. “Nothing wrong with sexual freedom,” I reminded myself, refusing to live beneath guilt from teachings that were no longer pertinent to my life.

Me: I’m going to.

Haley: Good.

Me: Loves you!

Haley: Loves you more, you lucky bitch.

My smile stayed put long into the evening shift.

Scott had left me a message on the Missing Link app when I finished work at seven.

Scott: Send me a selfie. I want to see those big brown eyes.

I just got off work and look like shit, I messaged while hoofing it to my car in the back lot.

Scott: Don’t care.

Snorting, I climbed into the Ford I’d snagged for a whopping three grand. While it appeared to have lived a full life, its paint faded and fender banged up a bit from its previous owner, the thing ran like a dream. The engine purred, and I cranked down my window—yes it was that old.

I checked myself out in the rearview, deciding to keep my hair back in the ponytail. A quick reapplication of gloss and I lifted my cell, tilting my head just right to catch the sunset’s rays coming through my windshield.

Brown eyes appearing more golden in the fading light. I straightened my shoulders, let out a full exhale, and snapped the pic.

While not as sexy as I’d have liked, at least I didn’t have bags under my eyes.

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