His Adam's apple plunged down his wide and muscled neck as he gulped down the last bite.
“Huh,” he said, looking genuinely surprised. “That's actually good. G'job, Rach.”
“Gee. Thanks.”
“What flavor is that?”
“Vanilla raspberry.”
“I'll take two dozen cupcakes. Whichever flavor.”
I squinted at him. “Really?”
“Yep.”
“This isn't some kind of prank?”
“Shit, Rach! Can a man order two dozen cupcakes or not? I'm going to bring them to the boys. Some of us like to have a little sugar before the game. Helps to get our legs going.”
With a shrug, I started filling a couple boxes.
Still feels like he's setting me up for something.
Piper, looking star-struck, twirled the end of her hair around her finger and stared longingly at the two athletes.
“So, you two have a game tomorrow night?” she asked.
“Sure do,” Beau answered.
“Where?”
“Madison Square Garden. We're playing against your hometown New York Scouts.”
“Ooh,” Piper cooed. “I've never been to a hockey game before.”
“Really?” Beau asked.
“Yeah, really.”
I cut in and stacked Beau's two boxes on the counter-top. “Here you are.” I punched his order into the register. “Anything else before you two leave?”
Beau turned to Hunter. “You want anything bro?”
Hunter shook his head. “Nah.”
“That'll be $89.28,” I said to Beau.
“Hold on. I'm starved.” Beau pointed at the rosemary and cream-cheese roll. “Better give me two of those rolls for the road.”
I wrapped the rolls up for him and gave him his new total. “That'll be $100.17.”
Beau reached for his wallet and plucked out two fresh hundred dollar bills from an absurdly healthy stack of them.
I tried to hand him one of the bills back. “No sense breaking a $100 bill over seventeen cents.”
Beau shrugged cockily. “Hell, I don't care. Keep the change.”
I wouldn't keep the change. I knew that'd only make him happy and somehow victorious. I shook my head and held that bill out to him, waiting for him to take it.
