“But I’m not…she’s not…I don’t know what’s—”
Tim gave him a shove. “I’ll take care of Snowball. You watch out for Suzanne.”
“Snowball? What makes her a Snowball?”
“She’s got no balls.” Tim snickered, as if he was making the most brilliant point in the world.
“Okay, then.” On that note, Josh went after Suzanne.
She hadn’t gotten far. The back screen door of the café was half open. Suzanne leaned against the wall, wiping wet paper towels across her blue boho-embroidered top. Tears were trickling down her face.
“Uh…I got you a new one.” He held out the sticky bun, but she waved him off.
“Give me a second. Honestly, when I’m anywhere near you, I should just take off my top. Pre-emptively.”
“Not going to argue with that plan. And really, why stop with the shirt?”
She wrinkled her nose
