“I wanted to do that. I can’t.”
“Don’t worry about that. We’ve got plenty of hands.”
“I wanted mine to be two of them. Maybe tomorrow, depending on sickness and root canals. Jeez, Owen, this is major.” She did a little heel-toe dance on her green hightops. “And you wait almost an hour to spill it?”
“You were too busy bitching at me.”
“If you’d spilled, I’d’ve been too excited to bitch. Your own fault.”
She smiled at him, pretty Avery McTavish with the tired eyes.
“Why don’t you sit down for a few minutes?”
“I’ve got to keep moving today, like a shark.” She snapped the lid on the tub, replaced it, then went over to check her sauces.
He watched her work. She always seemed to be doing a half dozen things at once, like a constant juggling act with balls hanging in the air, others bouncing madly until she managed to grab and toss them again.
It amazed his organized mind.
“I’d better get back. Thanks for the coffee.”
“No problem. If any of the crew are thinking about lunch here today, tell them to wait until one thirty. The rush’ll be over.”
“Okay.” He gathered his things, then paused at the door. “Avery? What color is that? The hair.”
“This? Copper Penny.”
He grinned, shook his head. “I knew it. See you later.”
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