A few people got up to sing first. Veronica watched them while she helped fill coffee orders. Zelda returned behind the counter.
“Ronnie, you look bad. Really bad.” Zelda put the back of her hand against Veronica’s forehead. “You’re burning up. You need to go rest. Zack and I can close up.”
“Thanks, but I need to stay.” She nodded toward Thad, who sat quietly at the table, watching the current singer finish up. He flashed her a warm smile and applauded as she stepped off the stool. The girl blushed and rushed back to a table of other college girls who were all clutching their pumpkin spice lattes. Then Thad stood and walked toward the stool.
Zelda’s brows drew together. “Damn girl, you have it bad for him, don’t you?”
Veronica watched him take a seat and pick up the guitar. “I think ma
