I turn around, seeing Sienna standing there. She looks tired, but she’s gorgeous as always.
“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” I tell her.
She grins, then leans a little to the side, seeing Grayson and Warren standing behind me. Her eyes rake over all our uniforms.
“What are all of you doing in here?” she asks, waving her hand around the coffee shop. “I saw the firetruck parked out front.”
Grayson steps closer. “We had to get gas for the truck, and the guys wanted to get coffee on the way back.”
She smirks. “But why are all three of you in here? I saw some of the guys still in the truck.”
“Were you looking for us?” I ask.
“Maybe,” she says with a noncommittal shrug.
“Uh-huh, sure,” I say. “I came in to get everyone’s coffee. Warren came along to help carry all of it.” I point to Grayson. “Boss man here just had to tag along because he thought I was going to mess up everyone’s orders.”
“Not everyone’s,” Grayson grumbles. “Just mine.”
“It’s not that hard to order a plain-ass black coffee.”
“You’re right. It shouldn’t be, but I’m sure you could find a way to mess it up.”
Sienna tries to keep from smiling as her eyes volley between the two of us. Finally, she looks over to Warren.
“How do you put up with these two?” she asks him.
He shrugs, stepping past Grayson and me until he’s right in front of her. He pulls her in for a one-armed hug. I can tell he wants to do more, but he refrains.
“I have practice dealing with kids,” he says with his usual straight face.
Sienna’s eyes widen as she laughs. “Did you just make a joke?”
He shrugs, stepping back from her.
“What areyoudoing here?” I ask her.
She groans. “I can’t seem to stay awake this week. I needed a second cup to get me through the afternoon. I thought maybe the go-go juice from here would have more oomph.”
All three of us guys start chuckling.
“Did you just call it go-go juice?” Grayson asks.
Her eyes narrow. “Yes. And?”
He holds up his hands in front of his chest. “Nothing. Just clarifying.”
“Well, consider it clarified,” she snarls.
Wow. Feisty.
We place our large order of coffees, including Sienna’s. Much to her displeasure, none of us was going to let her buy her own cup.
When we move over to the far side of the counter to wait for our order, Sienna spots her grandma and Martha sitting at one of the small tables.
“Oh, hey, Gram.” She bends down, giving her a hug. She moves to the other side of the table, giving Martha one too.
“I was going to give you crap about having a secret boyfriend, but I can’t decide which one of these fine firefighters you’re actually seeing,” Louise says.
