Sweet Dreams Page 11


“And call me Shambles, everyone does,” Shambala said.

I laughed softly. “All right Shambles.”

“So… dinner?” Shambles prompted.

“Well, I’m working and getting used to being on my feet all day so I won’t be in any shape to socialize tonight,” I declined but I did it gently because as I did, their faces fell and because they did, I went on. “But I’m off tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow it is!” Shambles exclaimed.

“Tomorrow is Middle Eastern night and that’s way better than chili. Shambala makes all his own everything. Even the hummus and pita,” Sunny told me.

“Sounds great,” I smiled.

“I’ll write down our address and directions. You can come any time after five. We close at five and go straight on home. But we’ll eat around six thirty,” Sunny said while writing.

“And now, you give me the go ahead, I’ll rock your world. Don’t order. I’ll give you the best that we got,” Shambala offered.

“Okay,” I was still smiling, “I’m up for that.”

“Groovintude!” Shambala shouted with excitement and then jumped toward the espresso machine.

“This is awesome,” Sunny declared. “We’re new to this burg too. Everyone thought we were nuts, us, opening a coffee place in a Harley town. But we like it. The mountains are close and we can draw down the sun anytime we like. Just close up, bike out and do it wherever the spirit moves us.” She leaned toward me. “But, you know, we haven’t been exactly embraced by the populace.”

I knew. I definitely knew therefore I nodded.

“They’ll come,” Shambles muttered with both hope and determination in his two words.

“You give out free bites of your banana bread for a couple of days, you’ll be beating them back with a stick,” I told him.

“Hey!” he yelled, his head snapping back to look at me. “Great idea!”

Sunny turned to Shambles. “Why didn’t we think of that?”

“Because half the time we’re stoned?” Shambles asked back.

“Yeah,” Sunny grinned at me, “that sometimes messes with the synapses.”

I laughed and Shambles mumbled, “Mary Jane Enlightenment comes with a price,” so I laughed even more.

Two minutes later I had the directions to their house in my purse, Shambles gave me a skinny, vanilla cinnamon latte and a piece of zucchini bread loaded with pecans. I took a bite then a sip. Then I grinned at him.

“Rock your world?” he asked.

“Consider me a regular,” I answered while paying.

“Right on!” Shambles shouted.

“See you tomorrow morning then,” Sunny said as I headed to the door. “And tomorrow night!” she called.

“Yeah, definitely. Nice to meet you,” I said in farewell.

“Heck yeah, nice to meet you too!” Shambles yelled.

“Later, Flower Petal,” Sunny said.

“Later,” I replied and walked out eating and sipping, crossing the street and heading the one block to Bubba’s thinking that maybe with Betty and Sunny and Shambles and great bread and coffee and a heated pool outside my front and only door, a door in a hotel that might not be five stars but at least it had personality, Carnal would be all right.

I was five minutes early for my shift but there was a Harley parked outside the door and it looked familiar. I didn’t think that boded well and I was right when I walked through carrying my cardboard cup and the last bite of bread.

Tate was standing behind the bar wearing another Henley, this one burgundy, not thermal but long-sleeved and skintight. I noticed instantly that burgundy suited him.

Dang.

He turned, eyed me, didn’t smile and greeted in his deep voice, “You got me today, Ace.”

Great.

I nodded and headed to the bar asking, “Can I have the key to the office?”

He reached into his front pocket, pulled out his keys and tossed them on the bar. I shoved the last bite of bread into my mouth, acutely aware that he thought I was fat and I was eating in front of him, and, not looking at him, I grabbed the keys and headed to the hall.

“I got kegs to switch, you good with the re-stock?” I heard him ask as I kept moving.

“Sure,” I replied still not looking at him.

I went to the office, stowed my purse and went back to the bar. He was working under it at a keg and I tossed his keys as close to him as I cared to get (which wasn’t very close) but I did it loudly so he’d hear them hit the top of the bar. His head came up and his eyes hit me but I turned instantly and surveyed the fridges.

“Ace, you’ll need the keys to get into the storeroom,” I heard him say.

Dang. I was so stupid. Desperate to return his keys and not have anything that was his touch my flesh, I’d made a mistake that made me look like an idiot.

“Right,” I muttered, turned to nab them and went back to what I was doing.

Silently I went about my task, taking notes, sipping coffee and going back and forth to the storeroom as Tate went about his business. If our paths crossed, I avoided his eyes and gave him as wide a berth as I could manage. After the re-stock I took down the chairs and inspected the tables while searching for forgotten empties. Unusually, half the tables in the bar were clean, the area devoid of empties; the other half of the tables needed a wipe down and I found two bottles of beer and a half full mug.

When I went behind the bar to deposit the empties and get the spray cleaner and a cloth, Tate spoke.

“Wendy was on last night. Came in late when Tonia didn’t show.”

Forced to look at him due to my innate politeness, I did but I didn’t speak. I lifted my brows in question.

“You haven’t met Wendy?” he asked.

I shook my head.

“Waitress, only good one we got,” he told me. “She does her clean up.”

“Unh-hunh,” I mumbled and walked out from behind the bar wondering if Wendy wore halter tops or tube tops or if she had another way of exposing as much flesh as possible to the mostly male customers. Tonia had long, sleek, black hair, she was tall, slim to the point of skinny, had obviously fake boobs and wore high heels and short-short-cutoffs with her halter top. Jonelle had wild, huge, curly-slash-wavy auburn hair, was average height, rounded like Neeta (just a little slimmer and what I figured was a lot younger) and wore a micro-mini with her tube top. Wendy probably rounded out the line up with blonde hair and looked like a biker brand of supermodel.

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