“Miss Mack,” she says with an exaggerated twang.
“Miss Mack,” I acknowledge. “Is it your business to insult your customers? I can’t say as I’m surprised, as one of your employees called me dude a little bit ago.”
The woman sitting beside me doesn’t acknowledge that she’s insulted me or that she has a rude employee, but merely nods her head wisely. “That’s Tink.”
“Who’s Tink?” I ask, confused.
“The guy behind the counter,” she explains. “He’s not much on manners, but he makes a fantastic cup of coffee. He got out of prison about three months ago and was having a hard time landing a job.”
“Prison?” I ask, totally stunned she has a felon working here.
With my daughter.
She nods and says gravely, “Murder. Just went nuts one day and slaughtered his entire family.”
“What?” I say as I stand and look wildly behind me for the kid behind the counter who served my tea. He’s nowhere to be seen, and my imagination kicks into overdrive. What if he’s in back with Lexi?
“Relax,” Miss Mack says to me as she lays a hand on my arm, and my head snaps to her. “I’m just kidding. Although he did murder a squirrel once.”
“A squirrel?” I say weakly as I sink back onto the stool.
With a nod, she winks and leans in. “He was driving after having a few beers one night, a definite no-no in my book, and a squirrel darted out in front of him. You see, Tink loves animals and he jerked the wheel hard to avoid hitting it, all to no avail. The squirrel got flattened and Tink ran off the road, took out two mailboxes, and mowed down a crape myrtle tree. He lost his license for driving while impaired and I think spent the night in jail. But the point being, I’ll talk to Tink and ask him to have a little more respect toward the customers. He tries hard, honestly, and just needs some guidance.”
My mouth is hanging open as I listen to her story, and I can’t tell if she’s still pulling my leg. All I can do is mutter, “I think that would be good.”
I reach out and take my cup of tea, bring it to my lips, and blow on it a second before I taste it. It’s delicious and I take another sip before setting it down. My eyes slide over to Georgia Mack, still sitting there, and still watching me with an amused smile on her face.
“Is there something else you wanted?” I ask cautiously, careful not to offend Lexi’s boss but also feeling oddly unsettled by her presence.
“Just waiting to see if that stick up your butt got jostled loose by my story about Tink,” she offers with a shrug. “I’m thinking not.”
“Stick up my butt?” I ask dumbly, even as I sit straighter on my stool, which probably only verifies her perception of me.
“You need to relax, Brian,” she coos at me, reaching a hand out sparkling with rings and placing it on my shoulder. It’s light but warm, and she gives me a squeeze. “Your daughter has quite an electric personality, one I’m sure you’ll start to realize can be downright off-putting at times, sort of like me. I’m sure Lexi’s dialed it back a notch, you know, being nervous to meet you and all, but you’re going to have to loosen up a bit if you want to have a relationship with her. That girl is balls to the wall, if you know what I mean.”
I can’t help it. My nose actually wrinkles slightly over her “balls to the wall” comment, which is not a term I’d like to hear used to describe my daughter. Of course, Georgia takes note of my expression and throws her head back in a deep laugh, which much to my consternation causes the gap in her dress to separate and reveal more of her cleavage to me. The consternation is because my eyes are helplessly drawn there and held fascinated by the roundness of her breasts and the fact that she has freckles splattered across her chest.
When my eyes drag upward, I find her staring at me with that same amused smile, her eyes glinting with mischief. I glare at her and pick my tea up to take another sip.
“Total stick up your butt,” she says as she pushes off the stool and hops to the ground. I see she can’t be much taller than five feet, which means I’d tower over her if I were standing.
“But here’s a suggestion,” she continues as I hold her gaze. “Maybe next time you come in, lose the fancy duds. There’s no one to impress here, certainly not Lexi, who likes you for you. And try not to read too much into it when people say words like dude and balls. We’re all sort of just casual around here, okay?”
I don’t reply but simply stare at her.
“Okay?” she repeats, and I’m irritated that her southern drawl now sounds as sweet as sugar cookies, and Christ…I kind of like it.
“Okay,” I mutter as I nod at her. “Point taken.”
“Excellent,” she says as she grins at me. “Now, Lexi will be on in a few minutes, and I’ve got some paperwork to handle in my office. Enjoy your evening, Brian.”