Miss Match by Erynn Mangum

Author:Erynn Mangum [Mangum, Erynn]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Romance, Contemporary, Young Adult, Humour, Adult
ISBN: 9781600060953
Amazon: 1600060951
Barnesnoble: 1600060951
Goodreads: 501960
Publisher: Think
Published: 2007-01-01T06:00:00+00:00

I open the door to Bud's at ten after noon. Mikey lifts his head from wiping down a table and grins.

"Hey, Laurie."

"Hiya, Mikey."

"Give me a sec to finish."

"One."

"Funny."

He sprays the table with the solution in the bottle hanging from his belt loop, then rubs over the surface with a cloth.

"Okay." He dumps the cloth by the register. "Can I try to predict the order?"

I nod. "Go ahead."

"Two cheeseburgers, two onion rings, and two milkshakes?"

I bite my lip. "Uh, I think you meant one cheeseburger, one order of French fries, and a Dr. Pepper."

"Yeah, that's what I meant." He grins at me. "Three dollars and seventy-six cents. Minus the tip."

"Of course. Here's three bucks ... seventy-four, seventy-five. seventy-six cents." I tuck my wallet back in my backpack. "Look both ways before crossing the street."

"I'll try to remember that." He bags the order and hands it to me. "Have a good day, Laurie."

I polish off the burger during the walk back to the studio, go past Hannah's desk, where she and Ruby are having an animated discussion over carrot sticks, and open Brandon's door.

"Hi, Han," I greet him.

"Hi, Leia. Thanks for the knock."

"You're welcome. Want some fries?" I shake the bag in his face.

He leans back in his chair, spinning a pen between his fingers. "Sure." He smiles.

I take a seat on his desk and pass him the bag. "Whatcha ~ working on."

"Well, right now I'm working on finances, which should be somewhere under your left ankle."

I nod and sip my drink. Gag. "Ugh." I gasp, hacking. "Mikey must've mixed the lines again. This is definitely root beer."

Blegh.

Root beer ranks up there with lemongrass tea. Even the name is nasty. Root beer. Yuck. Sounds like someone hollowed out a tree branch, pureed what he found, bottled it, and made a killing.

"Can I have it?" Brandon asks.

I napkin off my tongue. "Be my guest." I sputter on the paper shreds sticking in my mouth.

Brandon watches me, his expression curling into a blend of disgust and curiosity. "You are gross." He takes a long drink and sets it purposefully on the desk. "I'm glad you stopped in, actually, because there is something I wanted to tell you."

I wrinkle my nose. "Is it good?"

He sighs. "Does everything have to be good?"

"Yes. Yes, it does. Otherwise it would be bad." I look at him pitifully. "I don't need bad news today. I'm afflicted in spirit."

He rolls his eyes. "Sure you are. And anyway, just because news isn't good doesn't necessarily mean it's bad. It could be neutral."

"Since when is anything you say neutral?"

He covers his face. "Okay, okay. You win." Holds out a hand. "Mark the back side of your house with another tally."

"I will." I shake his hand in a peace gesture.

"Good grief, Laurie."

"So what's your news?" I scoot closer on the desk.

"Watch it, Nutsy, you're crunching the forms."

He leans further back, has a swig of the Gross Stuff, and smiles at me. "I just had a phone call from Laney."

My mouth drops. "Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh, her ultrasound! It's today!" I grab for Brandon's desk phone.

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