Chapter 17
LACEY
“And…” Sawyer says as he dips his fork into his bowl of chicken pot pie. It’s seriously the best thing I’ve ever had. “I had to field three different phone calls about assorted penis cake options.”
“We don’t do penis cakes,” Walker replies with a furrowed brow as if that is the real issue. Hallie and I dissolve into a fit of giggles. The thought of Sawyer fielding that call is something that will live rent free in my mind forever.
“I told them that.”
“I mean,” Walker starts, “we could always expand the business model—”
“Go fuck yourself,” Sawyer grunts, his southern accent somehow making everything funnier.
Or maybe that’s just the wine.
“Speaking of penises,” Hallie interjects as Sawyer narrows his eyes, “this one time right before Valentine’s Day, we had this guy come to the emergency room because he had one of those make a mold of your penis kits and didn’t follow the directions.
” Both men at the table wince as my mouth hangs open.
“He was too embarrassed to call anyone for help, so he threw a towel over his lap and drove himself to the hospital.”
“How did you get it off?” I ask because now I definitely need to know.
“Very carefully, and we told him to stick to a card and flowers from now on.”
I laugh but Walker and Sawyer are still grimacing. “If you have to see a penis at work, that’s a better story than walking in on your boss screwing the woman who got the promotion over you.”
“What?!” Hallie barks, and I lift a shoulder and let it drop, trying to feign nonchalance.
“So many things I didn’t want to see.” This time I can’t keep the bitterness out of my voice.
It’s fine. I’ll find something better—something where I’ll be appreciated.
A girl can dream.
“That’s bullshit,” Sawyer remarks before looking at Walker. “What’s your penis story?”
“My what?”
“Everyone else has had one so it’s your turn.”
Leaning back in his chair, Walker ponders for only a minute before smirking. “When we first opened Coastal Eats, we had a hard time finding someone reliable to deliver the food, so I filled in a couple of times. This particular order had instructions to ring the bell so I did.”
“Uh-oh.” Hallie snickers.
“He answered the door naked, clearly expecting someone else—”
“Clearly,” Sawyer mutters.
“And we both stared at each other for a few seconds before he stammered an apology and slammed the door.” He’s about to take a sip of his drink when he adds, “He sent us a really big tip after the incident.”
“I’ll bet he did,” I muse as Walker drapes his arm over the back of my chair before leaning into my space.
“Don’t worry—you’ll get more than the tip later.”
“Can’t wait.”
“Me either, Lace, me either.”