As I’m fetching the coffees, the door opens again. I look up automatically . . . and immediately wish I hadn’t. “What the hell are you doing here?” I hiss as I meet Darryl at the door. He leans down and kisses me on the cheek. “What a way to greet me, babe.” I back up two big steps. My hands are trembling, so I shove them into my apron’s pockets, hoping my glare helps him get the goddamn message. “Babe? I’m not your babe anymore, Darryl. What’s going on?”
