Looked like trouble to him.
He dumped the last case of lights and walked over to the customer service desk. It was quiet at the store. A little after two in the afternoon, it was a wasteland compared to what it had been right before lunch.
“No, he’s over hours.”
“What about Henry?”
“He’s not really ready for being on his own, is he?”
“I trained him,” Jaime said, “and I can watch for any issues.”
“Okay, call him in. He’s eager and wants hours.”
Jaime scribbled something.
“Hey, ladies.”
Jaime smiled. “Hey, Gigantor.” She sniffed. “That’s not cologne, doll. What do you have?”
Darcy leaned forward and took a long sniff. “Better than cologne.” She looked up, her eyes widening. Her cheeks flushed and the freckles he hadn’t noticed before flared. She cleared her throat and drew back. “You brought me food.” She moaned. “I can’t get away.”
His chest tightened at the soft sound. Is that what she’d sound like under— No. He was here to work, not think about Darcy and the sounds she made when she relaxed. Hell, would she relax even during sex? She was always so wound up.
“Yes, you can.” Jaime pushed her portable tablet away from Darcy. “It’s as close to calm as we’re going to get.”
“But we’ve got three callouts.”
“And we’re dead. Go, before we’re not. Gary is on the floor so if something comes up I’ll call him.”
“He’s useless up front.”
“Yeah well, as long as we don’t have another customer like bike guy, then I don’t need him.”
Ben’s fingers stiffened on his strap. Petey had shown him pictures from the day before. He still wasn’t positive it was his brother, but damn, it had been a mess. “C’mon, Darcy. We need to go over what’s happening the rest of the day anyway. Can’t let me go unsupervised, can you?”
Darcy sighed. “No, I suppose I can’t.”
Man alive, this woman didn’t know the meaning of the word teasing. He pulled his bag over his head. “I’ve got a meatball grinder. Darcy, eat me,” he said in a faux Muppet voice as he wagged the flap.
She huffed out a laugh. “All right.” She slid her tablet into her hip holster. “Call me if you need anything, Jaime.”
“Go.” When Darcy hesitated, Jaime shooed her. “Go and leave me be. I’ll call Henry.”
“I’m going.”
Darcy rounded the counter and snatched the bag out of his hand. “I could eat the bag I’m so hungry.”
“Lunch room?”
She nodded to the back. “Near receiving. We have a little employee room.”
He followed her and again she outstrided him. He picked up his pace and caught up to her. “Racing?”
She slowed down. “Sorry. I should probably get one of those fitness watches. I have to walk a dozen miles in here a day.”
“Who needs the gym?”
She smiled. “The day I get a desk job is the day my butt goes to the gym.”