Page 23 of 27 Kisses

“Right. Thanks for the coffee.”

I glare at him. “Garrett Bishop, sit your stubborn arse down.”

“Or what?”

I jump to my feet. “You said I could have more time,” I say in a harsh whisper. “Have you changed your mind on that?”

His jaw is tight, but he shakes his head. I raise my brows, and he knows what I want. “No. I haven’t changed my mind.”

I poke him in the chest. “Then quit fucking punishing me for it.”

“Da? Is everything okay?” She glances at Garrett.

“It’s fine. We’re fine. Right, Aidyn?”

I nod. “We’re fine, lass. Just a disagreement.”

“Are you sure?” Her eyes wander over to a table by the wall. Zoey. And the boyfriend. I hold in my sigh.

“Go on, lass. We’re fine.”

She walks away, glancing at us every so often.

“Sit, Aidyn.”

“That was my line.”

“Please?”

I drop into my chair and take a sip of my coffee. “My break is almost over.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Why are you so grumpy?” I ask, truly wanting to know, which is nothing new. I want to know everything about Garrett.

He twirls his cup. “I went home after the wedding to find my mother had rearranged my office.”

“She didn’t!”

“She did. I was grumpy when I went into work this morning to help clean up, and Nat called me McScrooge—” His eyes widen like he hadn’t meant to say that.

“Well, she’s wrong. McScrooge doesn’t fit you at all.”

“It doesn’t?” He brushes his hand against mine, and it feels like an apology.

“Not at all. You love spending money. Especially on people you care about.”

“That’s true. She says I’m a grump who hates Christmas. And she’s not wrong.”

“If anything, you’re a McGrinch.”

“Oh God. Never tell her.”

I laugh. “So, what are you going to do about your mother?”

He holds his hands out in a what-can-I-do gesture. “I’m taking off work.”

“For a day or two?” Has he ever taken off for more than that?