“God,” Tammy murmured, so happy for her friend. “Remember back in Bozeman in that bar, you were so broken up over your ex, and the aftermath, and now look at you. You won at life.”
“Yeah she did,” Cash said, grabbing Harley’s ass as he sat on the bar stool next to her. He pulled his mate between his legs and draped his arms around her waist. “Did she tell you how good I am at putting babies in her?”
“Oh my gosh,” Harley murmured.
“You did thirty seconds of work,” Tammy said sarcastically.
“Genetic jackpot. My rapping skills, jawline, six pack, pool-playing abilities, and then everything else from Harley. My mate is building a super-baby.”
“That’s literally what he wants to name it,” Harley deadpanned. “Super Baby.”
Tammy cracked up. She couldn’t help it.
“It has a ring to it, right?” Cash asked, his eyebrows arched high like he expected Tammy Ray to agree with him.
Tammy delivered the drinks to the regulars down the bar and opened a tab for them on the computer against the back wall of the bar, then returned to start on Harley’s water, and Cash’s Happy Hooker beer that he always ordered. King and Katrina would want the same.
Ding.
Ding.
She put in the food orders for the Cold Foot Crew. It was starting to get busy in here, and she loved this part. She liked being busy. She liked the challenge of managing a bunch of customers at once and making everyone happy. She had been bartending since she was twenty-one. Twelve years in this profession, and her time was coming to an end.
“Oh, I forgot to ask you,” Harley said. “When is your last final?”
She wasn’t surprised at all that Harley remembered. She was a solid friend like that.
“Yeah, when’s the party?” Cash asked.
“Umm, my last final was this morning. I think I still have stress hives.”
“Where?” Harley asked.
“Here,” she said, pointing to the raised lumps on her jawline. They were still itching.
“You humans have the weirdest coping mechanisms for stress,” Cash said, staring at her hives with a grossed-out expression.
“Well, we can’t all just turn into an owl and fly away from our problems.”
“Sucks to be you,” Cash murmured.
“Cash!” Harley admonished him.
“Oops, I mean, being a human sounds awesome. I wish I could get itchy bumps on my face when I have anxiety. Weee.”
“The sarcasm is top tier,” Tammy said, giving him a thumbs up.
“Gasp! Do you think Super Baby will get my sarcasm?” Cash asked.
“Oh my God, we are not naming it Super Baby,” Harley griped testily. “Tammy, what time should we be there Saturday?”
“I don’t know if I’m walking the stage. I’m good with just the diploma.”
“You have to walk. I need to take four million pictures.”
“Yeah, but no one but you is even aware, you know?”
“You didn’t tell your parents?”
