Page 99 of Those Summer Nights (Sweet Cravings 2)

“Congrats!” yelled Kristen.

“Ah!” I screamed. “You made it!”

“Of course I made it. You think I was going to let some random person be your first customer? You must be crazy.”

“But what about volleyball?” Kristen had just learned that she was going to be part of the U.S. volleyball team at the International Tournament of Athletes.

“What about it?” she asked. “Stuffing my face with gyros isn’t going to make us miss out on winning gold.” Kristen walked over to the counter. J.J. was standing there looking like a Greek god. Seriously. He was wearing a toga and everything. That was as close as I could get to making him wear a shirt during work.

“What can I get for you today, miss?” asked J.J.

“One gyro. And a spanakopita. And some souvlaki. Hell, just give me one of everything.”

He laughed. “One Gluttonous Kristen coming right up.”

“Is one of everything seriously called the Gluttonous Kristen?” asked Kristen.

J.J. pointed to the listing on the menu.

“Don’t look at me,” I said. “That was all J.J. He assured me that you’d order one of everything the first time you came.”

“Well of course I would. But I would have preferred that you called it the Beautiful Gold Medalist. Or really anything without the word gluttonous in it. You try going through a week of volleyball practice and not consuming 8000 calories a day. It’s literally impossible.”

“Bring home a gold for the U.S. and we’ll change it,” said J.J.

“Deal,” agr

eed Kristen. “Now go get my food. I have to talk to Mila in private.” She shooed J.J. away.

We took a seat at one of the adorable white and blue tables I had picked out.

“God, this place is amazing,” said Kristen. “I feel like I’ve been teleported to Santorini.”

“That’s exactly what I was hoping to hear. But save that for when J.J. is back. I want the juicy details on whatever you had to send him away to talk to me about. Oh my God, you have a new boyfriend, don’t you?”

“I have lots of new boyfriends.”

That makes sense to me.

Kristen pulled a binder out of her purse.

“Please tell me you don’t actually have a binder full of men.”

Kristen’s face lit up. “I do. And not just any men. The hottest men.”

“I thought you were supposed to be celibate during training?”

“I am. Which is awful, by the way. But the reward at the end will be so worth it.”

“Winning gold would be pretty awesome.”

“Psssh, who cares about winning gold? These are my rewards.” She opened the binder and showed me the first page - a picture and bio for some Spanish soccer player. “In just a few weeks I’m going to be surrounded by all the hottest athletes on the planet. And I’m pretty sure they will have had the same sex ban as me. Now, help me choose my targets.” She flipped through a few more pages.

“Is that a binder full of men?” asked J.J. as he approached with a platter full of food.

“It is,” said Kristen. “I guess you can help me choose too.”

“Looking at men isn’t really my thing, but I’ll tell you right now...that guy is definitely gay.”

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