Page 90 of Pictures in Blue
“Okayyy,” I draw out. “When later? Can I put in an order?”
“Orders are backed up right now, but I can call Hudson when I have some made.”
“Okay, that works. Thanks Fran!” I turn to leave and ignore the light behind her eyes, because I am afraid of the meaning beneath it. I may have only been in this town for a short time, but it is long enough to know she’s always up to something.
When I arriveat the inn, Sky is setting out the paint cans and paint brushes on top of a tarp she laid out on the side.
“About time you got here,” she brushes her hands on her black cargo pants and reaches for the coffee I have stretched out in my hand.
She bends down and lets Judy lick her face. “Hey, Jude.”
“Beatles,” I say without thinking.
“What?”
“Hey, Jude. You know? The Beatles?”
Sky stares at me. “Huh. The number of times I have said that to this dog, and that never occurred to me. I always just think of the elf.” Sky stands and flashes me a bright smile after taking a sip of her latte. “Holy shit, that’s good coffee.”
“The best.”
“What are you going to do without Fran’s coffee when you leave?”
I chuckle. “Honestly, no idea. I’m probably going to suffer from withdrawals.”
“More than coffee withdrawals, I’m sure,” she smirks and I roll my eyes in response.
“What’s in the bag?” She asks, gesturing with her coffee cup to the bag in my other hand.
“Oh,” I pull out the scones and she responds with the brightest eyes I have ever seen on her. “Blueberry scones.”
She snatches in and takes a long inhale. “You are an angel.”
“Thank Jacob.”
“Jacob?” Her cheeks redden.
“I ran into him outside the cafe and he told me the scones are your favorite.”
A smile tugs at the corner of her lips. “They are. Thank you.”
She turns and I follow her to the supplies she has spread out. “So what’s going on there?” I ask, because I have no sense of self control whatsoever.
“Going on where?” She shoves half the scone into her mouth and sets the rest of it on the table where she has an old fashioned radio set out.
“Between you and Jacob?”
“What? Nothing. We’ve been best friends since we were kids.”
“Friends with benefits?”
She lets out a loud laugh. “No. Just friends.”
“You guys have never dated? Ever?”
Sky stops pouring fresh, red paint into a tray and looks at me. “We’ve never dated. We’ve never thought about dating. We never will date. We’re friends. End of story.”
I should have brought her more scones, because I think I might have just landed on her bad side. Whatever is, or isn’t, going on between Jacob and Sky, she clearly doesn’t want to make it my business.
