Page 87 of A Frosty Flirtation
“Yes, ma’am.” He grins.
“What did Travis and Drew want?” I ask.
“Travis wants coffee, no cream, and Drew wants hot chocolate.” He picks up the cups and walks away.
I quickly prepare the remaining drinks, and once again, Jordan handles the delivery. I make gingerbread coffees for us and snap lids on top.
“Here.” I hand one to Jordan.
“Thanks.”
“I forgot to ask you what you wanted. I hope coffee’s okay.”
“I’m addicted to it now. Can you make me gingerbread coffee year-round?” he asks, looking hopeful. “Can that be one of the perks of being your boyfriend?”
I stare at him for a moment, as if I’m thinking it over. “It’s a seasonal thing, but I suppose I can make an exception for you.”
He pumps his fist. “Yes.”
“Let’s go join the party. I need to see if your cookie decorating skills are as good as all yourotherskills.”
He groans under his breath. “Don’t get me started, or I’ll drag you out back and there’ll be no cookie decorating.”
“Don’t tease me,” I say.
He groans again and slaps my ass. “Vixen.”
Laughing, I sit next to Willow and Nina while Jordan takes a seat across from me with his brothers.
“Ginger, the hot chocolate is delicious,” Drew tells me.
“I’m glad you think so.”
I sit back for a few minutes, listening to everyone’s chatter and watching them work on their cookies. It’s nice just to take it all in. This is what Laugh a Latte is all about for me—a place for people to relax or to spend some time with family and friends.
“Can we have a dirty snowman contest, Ginger?” Reed asks.
I shrug. “If there’s a demand for it.”
“Anyone else giving their snowman a twig and berries?” Reed glances at his brothers, and they shake their heads. “Looks like I’m in a class of my own, as usual.” He grins.
“Thank God. You’re one of a kind,” Willow drolls.
His grin widens. “Did you compliment me, Will?”
She rolls her eyes. “You would take that as a compliment.”
“Are you going to decorate some cookies?” Nina asks me.
“I get to do this all the time. I’m enjoying hanging out and watching everyone else.”
“Clearly, you need more patience than I have to do this,” Willow states, groaning.
“Decorating a cookie doesn’t take nearly the skill set or patience that being a mechanic does,” I correct her.
“Maybe not, but right now it sure feels like it does.” She grimaces.
“The best thing about decorating cookies is even if they’re ugly, they still taste great,” Nina chimes in.
