“It’s strictly need to know,” he said. “The last thing I told her must’ve been that we got caught making out at a drive-in theater.” I laughed and pushed him away, covering my burning face with my hands. “Now I’ll never be able to order another pink eye!” Gus laughed and caught my wrists, tugging them from my face. “Did she call it that again?” “Of course she did!” He shook his head, grinning. “I’m beginning to suspect her coffee expertise is not what keeps her in business.”
