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funky tone belonged to Rachel. The tone she had chosen for her number. Her actual number.
u at work? got coffee on?
Sawyer replied, shaking her head with a smile. She wasn’t a rule breaker, though she hadn’t seen any rules against having another employee in when it wasn’t their shift. Besides, she could use the company. Something to keep her thoughts from swerving into the tornado of fear swirling around in her head.
She had downed about a gallon of coffee when Rachel came in through the employee entrance, singing. People who sang this early in the morning made Sawyer cringe. People who were too happy made her cringe.
“I think I’m in love with the smell of muffins,” Rachel said with a sigh, propping herself on the stainless steel counter next to the ovens. “Are those pumpkin spice?”
“Yeah.” Sawyer frowned. “It’s kind of early in the year, but that’s the mix with today’s date on it. There’s also apple cinnamon and I have to make up some mocha crème frosting. Plus the cinnamon crème frosting for the pumpkin spice muffins.”
“Yum!” Rachel grabbed a couple bowls. “I’ll help.”
“Why are you even here? Didn’t you go out with Lola last night?”
“Of course.” Ingredients surrounded the bowls. Rachel reached for a large wooden spoon. “It was a day ending in the letter ‘Y’.”
Sawyer fought, and failed, a massive eye-roll. “You guys are together all the time. It’s like you’re skipping the dating part and going straight to the—” She paused, not really knowing what the next step was.
Rachel smirked and helped herself to a day-old croissant from the employee’s canister. “I think by now Lola and I have moved past the ‘dating’ part. Nightly sex, waking up in her arms, and spending like, every free second together is more than just dating, in my opinion.” She popped a piece of croissant in her mouth and chewed, a wholly ecstatic look in her eyes that had nothing to do with flaky, buttery goodness on her tongue.
Her stomach grumbled again and Sawyer remembered that she hadn’t eaten yet. She snatched the remaining croissant, eating it over one hand. Rachel poured two cups of coffee, added cream, and topped them with whipped cream, like she always did. One impromptu breakfast later, they each mixed up a bowl of frosting while Rachel filled Sawyer in on every detail of her “explosively awesome” sex life. Sawyer pretended not to be interested. Aside from looking up porn, this was her only experience with … that.
Rachel set her frosting in the fridge. “Now we need to get you some action.”
“No.” Sawyer almost dropped her bowl on the way to the fridge. She removed the muffins from the oven and set them on the racks to cool. The kitchen smelled as good as she imagined Heaven might smell like. “I’m not having this conversation.” She headed into the front to make sure things were ready for when they opened in a few minutes.
“Why not? What’s wrong with sex?”
Sawyer ignored her, grabbing a cloth to wipe the counters down. They were already clean; the evening shift saw to that. It gave her something to do, something to focus on, other than Rachel and her sex talk. Their conversations had switched gears, from begging Sawyer to go to parties, to all about getting physical. Inventive. She could list the surfaces in Boone where Rachel and Lola had “done the nasty” as Rachel liked to say.
Rachel switched on the lights and set chairs on the floor. “It’s just sex. You’re not a commitment-phobe, are you? ‘Cause you don’t have to commit if you don’t want to, but, come on. Sex is the best kind of tension relief out there. And sweetie, no offense, but you’re so tense I’m scared you’ll crack into like, nine big pieces.”
“I don’t want to talk about it, okay?” Sawyer left the counters to turn the sign and unlock the door. “Not everyone needs to discuss … that … all the time.”
Rachel gave her the “I’m reading
u at work? got coffee on?
Sawyer replied, shaking her head with a smile. She wasn’t a rule breaker, though she hadn’t seen any rules against having another employee in when it wasn’t their shift. Besides, she could use the company. Something to keep her thoughts from swerving into the tornado of fear swirling around in her head.
She had downed about a gallon of coffee when Rachel came in through the employee entrance, singing. People who sang this early in the morning made Sawyer cringe. People who were too happy made her cringe.
“I think I’m in love with the smell of muffins,” Rachel said with a sigh, propping herself on the stainless steel counter next to the ovens. “Are those pumpkin spice?”
“Yeah.” Sawyer frowned. “It’s kind of early in the year, but that’s the mix with today’s date on it. There’s also apple cinnamon and I have to make up some mocha crème frosting. Plus the cinnamon crème frosting for the pumpkin spice muffins.”
“Yum!” Rachel grabbed a couple bowls. “I’ll help.”
“Why are you even here? Didn’t you go out with Lola last night?”
“Of course.” Ingredients surrounded the bowls. Rachel reached for a large wooden spoon. “It was a day ending in the letter ‘Y’.”
Sawyer fought, and failed, a massive eye-roll. “You guys are together all the time. It’s like you’re skipping the dating part and going straight to the—” She paused, not really knowing what the next step was.
Rachel smirked and helped herself to a day-old croissant from the employee’s canister. “I think by now Lola and I have moved past the ‘dating’ part. Nightly sex, waking up in her arms, and spending like, every free second together is more than just dating, in my opinion.” She popped a piece of croissant in her mouth and chewed, a wholly ecstatic look in her eyes that had nothing to do with flaky, buttery goodness on her tongue.
Her stomach grumbled again and Sawyer remembered that she hadn’t eaten yet. She snatched the remaining croissant, eating it over one hand. Rachel poured two cups of coffee, added cream, and topped them with whipped cream, like she always did. One impromptu breakfast later, they each mixed up a bowl of frosting while Rachel filled Sawyer in on every detail of her “explosively awesome” sex life. Sawyer pretended not to be interested. Aside from looking up porn, this was her only experience with … that.
Rachel set her frosting in the fridge. “Now we need to get you some action.”
“No.” Sawyer almost dropped her bowl on the way to the fridge. She removed the muffins from the oven and set them on the racks to cool. The kitchen smelled as good as she imagined Heaven might smell like. “I’m not having this conversation.” She headed into the front to make sure things were ready for when they opened in a few minutes.
“Why not? What’s wrong with sex?”
Sawyer ignored her, grabbing a cloth to wipe the counters down. They were already clean; the evening shift saw to that. It gave her something to do, something to focus on, other than Rachel and her sex talk. Their conversations had switched gears, from begging Sawyer to go to parties, to all about getting physical. Inventive. She could list the surfaces in Boone where Rachel and Lola had “done the nasty” as Rachel liked to say.
Rachel switched on the lights and set chairs on the floor. “It’s just sex. You’re not a commitment-phobe, are you? ‘Cause you don’t have to commit if you don’t want to, but, come on. Sex is the best kind of tension relief out there. And sweetie, no offense, but you’re so tense I’m scared you’ll crack into like, nine big pieces.”
“I don’t want to talk about it, okay?” Sawyer left the counters to turn the sign and unlock the door. “Not everyone needs to discuss … that … all the time.”
Rachel gave her the “I’m reading
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