Double Time (Sinners on Tour #5)(24)

       
         
       
        

The phone in the console rang. Trey picked it up and listened to the driver speak on the other end. "Did you want to order any coffee?" he asked Reagan.

She shook her head. "The coffee here sucks. Guys come for the scenery. Just pull through and stop at the window."

She took the remote and started pushing random buttons. A TV came out of the ceiling. The song switched to something very hard and heavy. The window that separated them from the driver slid down. At last, the moonroof in the ceiling opened. She climbed up on the console and popped up through the moonroof. The driver eased the limo forward until she was even with the drive-thru window. She waved her arms but no one noticed her. "Tell him to honk," she called down to Trey.

The horn blared the intro to the Exodus End song "Bite." Stacy, the college student Reagan usually worked with, turned at the sound of the horn. Her dark eyes widened and she yanked the drive-thru window open.

"Reagan! What in the world?" She gaped at the limo and then pointed at Reagan. "Hank is pissed that you didn't show up for work. He says he's going to fire you."

"Tell ol' Hank to come here," Reagan said.

"Why are you in a limo? Did you win the lottery?" Several of the other baristas were at the window trying to see through the tiny opening. Every last one of them was wearing a teeny weeny yellow polka dot bikini.

"Better," Reagan assured her.

"What could possibly be better than winning the lottery?" Stacy asked.

"Oh, I don't know … " Reagan said, sure her face was about to crack from the huge smile she couldn't seem to curtail.

A hand pressed against her lower back and Trey peeked out the moonroof beside her.

There was an ear-splitting scream from within the coffee shop. "That's Trey Mills!"

"Hiya," he said and stuck his arm out of the limo's roof to wave.

"Oh my God, Reagan, are you dating Trey Mills?" Leah squeaked, shoving the other bikini-clad baristas away from the window as she attempted to climb out of the tiny opening. Not going to happen. "That is better than winning the lottery!"

"She keeps turning me down," Trey said.

Reagan slapped at him. "He lies."

"Reagan, will you be my girlfriend?" he asked.

She looked down at him, knowing he was teasing her. Knowing he expected her to say no. His grass-green eyes were full of mischief. "Yeah, sure, Trey. Why not? Consider yourself saddled with a steady girlfriend."

Trey's eyes widened and he sort of melted down through the open moonroof and disappeared from sight. She laughed, wondering what he would say to get himself out of that arrangement. 

"What are you doing? Causing another spectacle?" Hank yelled through the window. "This is the last straw, Reagan Elliot. I cut you some slack when you hosed down a customer with club soda."

"He was being a dick," Reagan said. The four women behind Hank nodded in agreement.

"I turned a blind eye when you wore combat boots with your bikini instead of the required heels."

"Hey, I said if you made it through an eight-hour day in those foot-killers I'd be willing to wear them." She shrugged.

The sound of Trey laughing rose up through the open moonroof.

"And now you're blocking the drive-thru with your obnoxious limo," Hank said.

"There's no such thing as an obnoxious limo. I just stopped by to quit. I don't need this fucked-up job anymore."

"Just like that?" Hank bellowed out the window. "No notice or anything?"

"Yeah, just like that." She snapped her fingers. "Later." She pursed her lips and crinkled her brow as if concentrating. "Actually, I won't see you later, Hank. Split my last paycheck between all my honeys. Bye, girls! I'll miss you!" She waved at her ex-coworkers. They waved back excitedly.

She dropped back down into the limo and grinned at Trey. "That was awesome," she said.

"I thought you were going to moon them."

"They do call it a moonroof for a reason, but I'm not wearing any panties, so I think I'll skip that part today."

"Did you really wear combat boots with a bikini?"

"Is that a problem?"

He shook his head. "I'd just like to see it is all."

"I don't wear a bikini to work anymore." She grinned again. Couldn't help it. "I wear a guitar now."

"And nothing else?"

"It wouldn't bother me. Would it bother you?"

"I'd definitely be bothered. Hot and bothered."