A couple passed me as they walked down the hallway, each carrying to-go cups from Eden Coffee, and my stomach growled.
One latte. I’d go without jelly and fruit for the week in exchange for a single latte.
I rushed to get my wallet from my locker, then I hurried out the lobby’s front doors. Three doors down and across the street, the cute green building beckoned.
The scent of coffee beans, sugar and pastries greeted me before I even reached the entrance to Eden Coffee. My stomach growled louder. I hadn’t had breakfast this morning, so I dug into my wallet, searching for enough change to afford a muffin or a scone.
Hell, I’d clean the coffee shop’s bathrooms for a cinnamon roll or slice of banana bread.
Seven quarters, three dimes, and six nickels later, I was digging for another quarter when I rounded the corner to step inside the doorway. My gaze lifted just before I crashed into a very solid, very broad chest.
My coins went flying.
So did the man’s coffee.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry.” My gaze traveled up, up, up to a pair of familiar, stunning blue eyes. Angry blue eyes.
Knox’s bearded jaw was clenched again, that frown fixed on his supple lips. In one hand he held his own coffee. In the other, his phone. Neither of us had been paying attention.
Neither of us was running on much sleep.
His gray T-shirt had a brown blob over his sternum. He shifted his coffee cup to the other hand, shaking the droplets off his knuckles. “You’re everywhere, aren’t you?”
“I promise, I’m not trying to bother you.”
“Try harder.”
I flinched.
He moved past me and disappeared without another word.
Yep, I was getting evicted.
Which meant I couldn’t afford that latte after all. Damn.
CHAPTER FOUR
KNOX
T ry harder.
It was a dick thing to say. I blamed lack of sleep for my short temper.
“Morning, Knox.” A loan officer from the bank waved as he walked my way, slowing like he wanted to stop and chat.
“Hey.” I raised my cup and kept on going toward the hotel.
Given my mood, it would be better to stay in the kitchen today and avoid conversation.
The fall air was crisp and clean. Normally I’d take a few minutes to breathe it in, slow my pace, but at the moment, all I could focus on was the coffee on my damn shirt.
Downtown Quincy was quiet this morning. Kids were in school. The shops and restaurants on Main were open, but the bustle from summer was mostly over. People were enjoying the September lull and recovering from their months spent pandering to tourists. This was the time when locals took vacations.
I’d planned one. A vacation at home. Finish a few projects in the yard before winter. Find out if I still remembered how to turn on the television or read a book. But with Memphis there . . .
Vacation was canceled, effective immediately. I didn’t trust myself around her. Not with those pretty brown eyes flecked with honey and brimming with secrets.
I sipped the last of my Americano as I walked, hoping the half cup remaining would fuel me through the morning.
Instead of heading through the hotel’s front doors, I ducked around the corner, following the length of the brick building to the alley and the service entrance to the restaurant.
The key was tight in the lock, something I’d fix on my canceled vacation. The door slammed shut behind me as I stalked toward my small office off the kitchen.
My desk was clear except for the staff schedule I’d been putting together this morning. Bills had been paid. Payroll information was off to my bookkeeper. One benefit of being here before dawn was that for the first time in months, my office work was done before breakfast instead of after the dinner rush.
I tossed my coffee cup in the trash, then went to the closet in the corner, reaching behind my head to yank off my shirt.
With it shoved into a backpack, I tugged on the spare shirt I kept here in case of spills.
Try harder.
The shame on Memphis’s face was punishment for my sharp words. What the hell was my problem? She lived in the loft. I’d agreed to let her move in. It was time to stop grumbling and deal.
“Damn it.” I owed her an apology.
The Friday lunch hour would be busy with plenty of locals here to enjoy the end of their week. I was covering all meals today, which meant I wouldn’t get home until after dark. My
window to track down Memphis was now. So I strode out of the office and left the kitchen, weaving through the restaurant.
“Hey, April.”
“Hey.” She smiled from her seat at one of the round tops, where she was cleaning check folders. “I’m almost done with this. Then what would you like me to do?”