Callum made a humming sound.
“I may have a solution for you,” he suddenly said. “You remember me talking about Candy Ray Sunshine?”
I frowned.
“Yes,” I said. “The one with the donkey that caused you to get hurt yesterday.”
He snorted. “Yes. That one.”
“Yeah,” I answered. “What about her?”
“I walked up on her yesterday with that donkey,” he explained. “And she was on the phone with the bank or something, cursing them because they wouldn’t give her enough of a loan for her to start up a coffee shop in town.”
I frowned. “A coffee shop?”
“Yes,” he answered. “She wants to start up a specialized coffee shop that sells beans and shit. Or at least, that was what I heard. She doesn’t even want to make the coffee. Just sell the beans.”
“Huh,” I found myself saying. “And you think that we could partner up and sell pastries and coffee beans?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. It might benefit her to also sell the drink as well as the beans. I don’t know. But she was wanting a loan. She could rent this place from you. Or hell, you could sell her half. That would be something that y’all would need to talk about. But the girl is nice. I think you’d like her a lot.”
“She didn’t sound very nice yesterday,” I found myself saying.
“That was because she thought I was Banks,” he explained. “She hates Banks, remember? And with me and Banks looking so much alike, being twins and all…”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re awful.”
He shrugged. “I think you should go see her. You might like her.”
I frowned, thinking about the monumental task that was ahead of me.
Did I want a partner?
Did I want to do this all by myself?
The scary answer was no for both.
But I couldn’t find a way to do it without the help.
“I gotta think about this,” I admitted.
He grinned. “Good. In the meantime, you can come work out with me.”
I looked at his bum ankle, which he was favoring quite badly.
“You can’t workout with that.” I gestured to him.
He snorted. “I have arms that I can work out. I can do anything core, too. I’ll figure something out while you go to class.”
I felt my face flush, happy that he would go with me despite being hurt.
“Sounds like a plan.”Chapter 12Are you in a bad mood? Bitch, I might be.
-Callum to Banks
Callum
Two weeks later, things seemed to be looking up in my world.
My ankle was healing. Desi was officially moved into the small cabin, and I was getting fed each and every day.
Today, we would also be meeting with Candy Ray Sunshine after a workout. A workout that I’d spent the majority of the time looking at Desi out of the corner of my eyes.
“She looks good,” Banks said as he spotted me at the bench press.
I grunted and pushed the bar upwards once more before racking the weights.
“I agree,” I said as I sat up and wiped the sweat out of my eyes. “I tried to get her to wear shorts, but she wouldn’t do it.”
Banks snorted.
“Crying shame,” he said. “She’d totally rock them.”
I knew she would.
I’d had an up close and personal view of those legs every day for two weeks now.
Sometimes they were around my waist. Other times they were wrapped around my head.
It was all about balance with those legs of hers.
“I can see that you’ve obviously started thinking about shit that you shouldn’t while you’re at the gym,” Banks muttered. “But we gotta go ride some fence, and I have to go by the sale barn. You’re coming with me.”
“Why?” I asked. “I was going out to lunch with Desi.”
“Well, you can do both,” Banks suggested. “But you’re still coming with me.”
“Why?” I asked again.
“Because Candy’s supposed to be there. And I don’t want to go by myself.”
I sighed. “Candy’s going out to lunch with us, too.”
Banks cursed softly under his breath. “Shit. Shit, shit, shit.”
“What?” I asked as we switched positions.
He laid down, and I spotted him, waiting for him to let me know if he needed my assistance before I touched the bar.
“I already told Desi that I was accompanying you to lunch because I didn’t want you to say no to going to the sale barn with me,” Banks muttered. “That means that she knew I wouldn’t want to go to lunch with y’all, yet let me invite myself anyway.”
I grinned. “You did tell her that her cake tasted like shit last night.”
Banks rolled his eyes. “I also told her that I wasn’t a fan of chocolate with white icing, too. It doesn’t matter how good the two are apart. Together they’re always going to be shit.”
“I don’t understand your aversion to chocolate cake with white icing.”
He shuddered. “It just shouldn’t be done. Kind of like you shouldn’t put coconut on cake, either.”