7
MEGAN
“I want to hear all about your new man.” Holly waggled her eyebrows from behind the counter at the Seed ‘n Feed.
I looked left and right and hoped no one I knew in town was listening in. Who was I kidding? I knew everyone in town, and they were always listening. Fortunately, it was quieter than her usual rush time, closer to lunch than breakfast.
A small clump of ranchers were at their usual table in the corner, but they weren’t paying me any attention.
I leaned across the counter. “Hush.”
She grinned and held up a can of whipped cream. “Want this on top?”
“An iced mochaccino without whipped cream? I’ll check my books, but I think it’s illegal.”
She held the spray can against her chest. “Then spill.”
I frowned. “No tip for you,” I grumbled then shook my head with a laugh.
