Beautiful Sacrifice (The Maddox Brothers #3)(50)
Author: Jamie McGuire

“Well, he should apply anyway,” Phaedra said with her gravelly voice.

“He might.”

“He might? He might be the one then, huh?” Chuck asked.

Three pairs of eyes targeted me.

I rolled my eyes. “It’s too early in the morning and too early in the relationship to be talking about that nonsense.” I picked up a tray and pushed through the double doors. I loaded it with salt and pepper shakers and then brought it back to unscrew the tops.

Phaedra started several pots of coffee, powered on the register, and counted the drawer. She watched me return the full shakers to the tables. Hector arrived as the sun chased the shadows from Tejon Street, and he and Chuck were cracking jokes in the back, being so silly that even Pete was laughing out loud. By the time Kirby arrived, I had everything ready. Every employee at The Bucksaw Café was officially in a good mood.

The morning sun reflected off the white snow piled up on each side of the sidewalk, shining uncomfortably bright even through the transparent solar shades Phaedra had installed specifically to cut down on the glare. In spite of the intense light pouring in, a peaceful feeling seemed to have settled over everyone in the building—or maybe it had always been there, and I was finally free enough to feel it.

“I like it when Taylor stays over,” Kirby said, tying on her apron. “He makes my life a lot easier.”

“How’s Gunnar?” I asked.

“Stressed. He took too many hours this semester, and he’s still driving to Boulder, working for the sorority house, which—I have to admit—is a good job for him. His boss works with Gunnar’s school schedule, and the girls treat him like a little brother—or so he says.”

Just before Phaedra flipped over the sign to show we were open, my cell phone buzzed.

Made it. On time. Love you.

I breathed a sigh of relief. “He made it okay.”

“Oh, that’s good,” Kirby said. “That’s not the best drive when it’s snowing.”

“That doesn’t help.”

“Sorry,” she said. She greeted and then seated the first customers of the day.

I responded to Taylor’s text and then slid my phone into my apron before walking over to a table with glasses of water. Tourists—an older gentleman and his white-haired wife—settled in at Don’s favorite table. Chuck had had a small plaque made, and Phaedra had replaced the beat-up, rusted Alaska license plate that hung above where Don used to sit. I glanced up at the words engraved in the gold plating.

THIS TABLE IS DEDICATED IN LOVING MEMORY OF

DONALD MCGENSEY

The gentleman removed his hat and propped his cane against the wall.

“My name is Falyn, and I’ll be your server this morning. May I get you a cup of coffee to start?”

“Yes,” he said, opening the menu Kirby had set in front of him. “Half-and-half, please.”

“The same,” his wife said.

“You got it.” I returned to the drink station, pouring them fresh cups of coffee.

Kirby strolled from her podium and around the bar to where I stood. “You have a look.”

“What kind of look?”

“A happy look. More than happy. Things seem to be going well with Taylor.”

“Yes.”

“I have to say, I’m a little surprised that you even gave him a chance. You haven’t given any hotshot the time of day since I met you.”

“He’s different.”

“He must be because those are the famous last words of every girl left behind around here, and I would never have thought I’d hear you say them.”

“That’s not funny,” I said.

“Leave her be,” Phaedra said, shooing Kirby away.

Kirby offered a cease-fire with a wink, leaving me for her station.

“She’s just teasing you,” Phaedra said. “We all know that Taylor is one of the good ones.”

I loaded the saucers with coffee cups and silver creamer full of half-and-half onto a tray. “He is.”

The day passed both quick and slow, seeming to drag on and then the hours flying by near closing time. Now living for the weekends, time in general either passed too fast or too slow. Time seemed to move in fast-forward when Taylor and I were together. There was no in between.

Valentine’s Day came and went. Taylor and I both worked that evening, so he stayed in Estes Park, but we more than made up for it that weekend.

I began my mornings and ended my evenings on the phone with Taylor. If I were really lucky, he would get impatient for one of us to have a day off, and he’d drive down to see me, only to have to drive back early the next morning. On the rare occasion when we both had the weekend off, Taylor would drive straight to the Springs early Saturday morning and stay until just before dawn on Monday.

I was looking forward to spending the weekend with him in St. Thomas.

“The second wedding on the island is next Saturday, right? Will Taylor be here Friday night?” Phaedra asked.

I wiped down the last of the tables.

“Taylor leaves Thursday for Eakins. There’s a bachelor party on Friday night. I’m flying straight to Saint Thomas on Saturday,” I said.

A steady beat of knocking came from the door, and I looked up to see Gunnar standing there, pointing to Taylor standing next to him.

Kirby opened the door, letting them in, and I dropped my rag before throwing my arms and legs around Taylor.

Taylor pressed his lips against mine. “Hi, gorgeous!” he said, lowering me to the floor.

I kissed him again, and then I picked up the rag off the floor. My heart was pounding in my chest as if I’d just run a marathon. It didn’t matter how many nights I saw him standing on the other side of the glass. It made me feel the same every time.

Chuck walked through the swinging doors, putting a hand on his round belly. “What time did you leave Estes Park?”

“On time,” Taylor said.

Chuck laughed. “You must drive like a maniac. You need to quit that, boy, or you’re going to end up launching off a ridge.”

I grimaced.

Taylor bent down to kiss me. “I drove a little fast, but I was careful. I was in a hurry to get here.”

“It’s snowing,” I said. “You can’t drive fast and careful when it’s snowing.”

He stood up tall. “Obviously, I can.”

Gunnar and Taylor each took a seat on the stools, catching up and cracking jokes with Chuck and Hector. Kirby and I finished our duties, making sure not to leave anything for Hannah the next day.