Chapter 64 Hot Night

• “We were leaving.” Spencer must notice the stern pitch in Talon’s voice. Believe me, my insides sure enough have. I’m a pile of desire. It’s taking everything I’ve got not to drop to my knees and beg for more.
• “I’ll lock the door behind you.” Talon tilts his head to the side, waiting for Spencer and Mariah to continue their journey. The last thing I expect him to do is mouth the words, ‘Wait for me when you’re done.’ I nod, then, like a good little worker bee, I get to work. There’s a lot to be done for opening and closing Captain T’s, and truth be told, I’d much rather open than close. In the early morning, when the sun is slowly lifting in the sky, the world is still minus the water lapping along the seawall. It’s soothing. The closing usually has a wave of customers trying to get that last-minute purchase before we shut down, making us work at a frantic pace. Whereas in the morning, you’ve only got the diehard fishermen in to get beer, ice, and bait. Thankfully, I don’t have to deal with that area. I’m not worried about getting my hands dirty or holding live bait, but there’s a smell you can’t get off your hands after working all day. Tara and Grandpa Scott hired another person to help on the weekends. He’s here until the early afternoon or whenever we run out of bait. Most days by the time the clock strikes noon, we’re out of stock, and Mattie heads out the door to do some fishing of his own.
• I walk out from behind the counter. My first order of business is working on the stock. I’ll bring everything to the front of the coolers, so when Tara comes in tomorrow, she can work on replenishing them from the back end. I prop all the doors open, knowing how to make quick work of my task. Plus, I’m all about working as efficiently as possible to get out of here. If luck is on my side, the parents and neighbors next door cooked a feast and I’ll be able to pig out on leftovers. The protein bar I shoved down my throat earlier is slowly leaving the station, which means hangry Kelsey is going to come out soon. I hate that I’m the way I am. The minute my feet hit the floor, I’m pondering what to eat for breakfast. I don’t crave coffee or hot tea at all. Food is the main object of my desire, along with a glass of cranberry juice. Mom says I get it from Dad, and I’m exactly like him except he survives off coffee whereas I do not.