“Babe?” Spider echoed, delighted. “Oooh. I need to hear this.”
“Don’t you ‘babe’ me,” Mirrie hissed. “And get the f**k out of here.”
Spider stared at her, astonished. “Why are you swearing at the hot man?”
“Yeah,” Shane said, still grinning. “Why are you?”
“Get. Out. Now.”
“Nuh-uh.” Mac gestured at the coffee that Spider was pouring. “I’m a paying customer.”
“He’s getting that to go, Spider,” Mirrie said, ignoring Shane completely.
“No, he’s not, Spider.” Mac eyed the pastries piled up in front of him. “Wow. Those smell good. Fresh-baked?”
“Yep,” Spider said. “I made ‘em myself this morning. You want something?”
“Sure do,” Mac said. “Maybe a few croissants? And a blueberry muffin and… ummm, let’s see… those white chocolate chip cookies look amazing.” He glanced at Mirrie, remembe
