“That’s amazing.”
I wanted to saw off my tongue. Giving him compliments would not move him along in any way.
Mrs. Gunderson shifted and looked over the top of the couch at me. “Isn’t he amazing? I’ve commissioned him to do my cats for Christmas.”
I pressed my lips together against a laugh. When it was sufficiently buried, I stepped around the end table and gathered his plates. “Is that right?”
Callum grinned. “They sound like rapscallions.”
Judy’s laughter filled the room. “Oh, you are so correct. I can’t wait. Are you sure that forty dollars is enough? It seems like your talent is worth so much more.”
He patted Judy’s hand. “Well, I’m here for a bit longer it seems.” The look he gave me could have melted my panties. “It keeps my skills sharp.”
“If they get any sharper, you’ll need to open up your own shop,” I muttered.
“Would you like that? Me here all the time?” He curled his long fingers around the handle of his mug and brought it to his lips. “Seeing you everyday would definitely make work far more palatable. I even got my own drink from Macy.”
“What?” I blinked and my hand stilled over the stack of mugs. “She gave you one?”
He grinned. “Is that something special? I had a feeling it was kind of her thing.”
“Yeah, but only if she likes you. And it usually takes at least five or six visits before she gives someone their own drink.”
“I didn’t have a choice in the drink. She just put it in front of me.”
“That’s how it works.”
“Hmm.” He took another sip. “Now she calls me Bourbon.”
“Wow.” Her bourbon-aged espresso beans weren’t pulled out very often. Then again, he had been stuffing big bills into the tip jar. Macy was often a slave to the almighty dollar. Charging him extra for her special blend plus all those tips… Well, how could she resist?
Especially since he was obviously a city boy of some sort. He probably wouldn’t notice the difference in cost.
Callum nodded to another coffee sitting just behind his stack. “That’s yours if you’d like to quench your thirst.”
I glanced down at the coffee. My coffee. It wasn’t terribly original, but when it came to Macy’s strong brew, I needed the sweetness of vanilla and milk with a dash of honey. Honey being her secret ingredient for me. It had taken two years for her to tell me what it was.
“Why did you get my drink?”
“For you, of course.”
“I’m working.”
“You work in a café. I’m pretty sure you’re going to drink the product sometime.”
I gathered the cups. “I’m fine.”
“Suit yourself,” he called after me.
I picked up the pace and dumped the mugs in my bin and brought it all into the back. Macy was waiting there for me.
“So, what’s the story?”
“There isn’t a story.” I moved to the dishwasher and started stacking mugs and cups into the correct slots.
“Oh, there’s a story. He’s been sniffing after you for hours now.”
“Right. It’s been awhile. Shouldn’t you be heading home anyway? You never stay away from Michael this long.”
“He’s with Grumps for the afternoon. Don’t change the subject.”
I gripped the edge of the counter. “I don’t know why he’s still here.”
“Zzzt. Try again.”
I huffed out a breath. “It’s stupid, and he’s just being stubborn. He’ll go away soon.”
“Considering he’s spent about eighty bucks here, not including those big tips—I don’t think so.”
“Eighty? What are you charging him?”
Macy shrugged. “He keeps buying for all the people who sit for his pretty pictures.”
“What did Dani get out of him?”
“Double chocolate chip cookies and hot chocolate.” Macy gave me a wolfish smile. “She knows how to play men. I feel that I’ll be in trouble in about five years.”
I laughed despite my own annoyance. “I think you’re right. You’ll have too much fun needling Gideon.”
Her grin widened. “I live for making my husband nuts.”
“What’s that like?”
She frowned. “You know Gideon.”
“I know.” I shook my head. “Never mind.”
“Uh-oh. Are you drinking the Cove Kool-Aid?”
“No. Well, maybe a little. I’m in no rush for the baby part, but I’m tired of the dating roulette wheel. I’d like a guy who isn’t into games.” I peeked out into the dining room. I could just glimpse Callum on the couch. “He’s got games stamped all over him.”
“Even in the granddad sweater?”
I let the door close. “Not sure I’ve ever seen a grandfather fill out the shoulders of a sweater like that.”
“So, you have been looking. I knew there was a story. I can always smell it.”
“Your nose should be singed from coffee.”
“Blaspheme.”
I laughed as I crossed my arms and leaned against the counter. “We had a stupid moment under the mistletoe at the festival last night. It was snowing and the twinkle lights were bright and there he was all chilled and out of place. Rosy nose and funnel cake powder on his coat. Then he just sort of…”
“Planted one on you?”
“Ugh.” I could feel the heat flooding my neck and cheeks. “Yes. I wasn’t expecting it, and he actually knows how to kiss—which is kind of a miracle compared to a lot of guys out there.”
“That’s a fact. Kinda how Gideon and I got into trouble. Though I was the one planting one on him.”
“On camera.”
Macy rolled her eyes. “Yeah, let’s not talk about that. Especially since it wasn’t the first time. Look, there’s no harm in finding out how it might go between you. I mean, he’s not from the Cove so maybe he isn’t afflicted like the rest of them. Just you know, wrap it twice.”
“Macy.” I twisted the end of my ponytail and wrinkled my nose.
“What? It’s true. Then again, we’ve had a few strangers wander through, and they still end up planting babies in unsuspecting women of this town. Maybe you’re right. Don’t hook up with the hot artist dude.”
“Right. See? That’s the smart thing.”
“Smart thing. Yep. You’re a smart girl.”
“I am.” I nodded. “See, you’re good at this stuff.”
“But…”
I tipped back my head. “No buts.”
“First of all—no, this is definitely not my bag. However, you not going to be under my daily watch anymore.”
“I’ll only be a few storefronts down. I’m not moving to Syracuse or anything.”
“Still.”
I grinned at her. “Maybe you’ll even let me cut your hair.”
She narrowed her eyes at me. “I do okay.”
I sighed. So much for Macy as my first paid customer. “That’s true. Someone must have taught you how to cut.”