Malone

“There’s a hottie out in the front asking for you, and he looks familiar.”

I glance up at Cherry from where I’m putting cookies on a cooling rack. “He look like a model? Like he just rolled out of bed? Messy hair and what looks like a perpetual five-o’clock shadow?”

“Yes, and a body to die for, like if I could see under his clothes, I could probably bounce a quarter off the abs he’s sporting.” Her eye dance with appreciation. “Wonder if we ...