I was about to hit buttons to call her again when my phone rang with the display saying, “Zano Calling.”
I took the call and put my phone to my ear. “Hey.”
“Hey, baby. She show?”
My insides warmed. He was checking in because he was concerned for me.
Totally sweet.
“Not yet,” I replied.
“She will.”
Totally supportive, which was also sweet.
On this thought, I saw her blue Beetle drive by, Indy’s redhead at the wheel.
I let out a breath and said, “She just drove by.”
“Good,” he murmured.
“It’ll take half an hour for her to find a parking spot, which is plenty of time for me to get her a coffee,” I told him as I left my table and headed inside. “So I’m on that.”
“It’s gonna be okay, Ally.”
Jeez. This together together shit with Ren was so easy.
And awesome.
“Thanks, babe,” I whispered.
“See you tonight.”
“Later, Zano.”
“Later, honey.”
We disconnected, and by the time I came out with the coffees and resumed my seat, Indy had found a parking spot and was walking up to my table.
She made it to me and stopped.
I looked up at her through my kickass, gold-framed, orange-lensed Ray Bans that had been payment on a “job” and also had luckily been in my purse when my belongings exploded. She looked down at me through her righteous, huge, black-framed, black-lensed Hollywood Starlet shades.
I opened my mouth to speak but she got there before me.
“Tex knows we’re here, he’s gonna go ballistic.”
This was a promising opening.
“This is clandestine because we need privacy, and that’s because I need to know I’m cool with you before I take on the Rock Chicks,” I explained.
She said nothing and didn’t move.
This was not promising.
I slid her cup toward her. “I bought you a skinny vanilla latte.”
Her shades dipped to the cup then came back to me. Other than that, she said nothing and didn’t move.