“So is this a new thing?” Evelyn pushed up next to Cooper.
“What?” He took a couple steps away from the counter, trying to decide which way to go. If he went to the left, he’d have to face her. If he went right it was obvious he was avoiding Evelyn. But Cooper just had to make look like he wasn’t.
“Liking girls,” Evelyn said, rubbing one hand down her side. Coffee stains blossomed on her apron.
“I’ve always liked girls.”
“But you said you weren’t into girls when I started at work.”
“No, I said I wasn’t dating.”
“To which I asked why.”
Cooper huffed. “And I didn’t answer you.”
“But when I asked about who you wanted to date at the store—”
“You asked me which of the girls I wanted to date,” Cooper answered deciding he could empty the carafe and brew some fresh coffee. “To which I said none.”
“Then I joked if you would date any of the boys.” Evelyn began, stepping too closely into Cooper’s personal space.
“And I said Malik.” He spilled the coffee from the carafe over one hand but kept pouring. “Admitting I was interested in one of the guys is not the same thing as saying I’m gay. I’m not. I’m bisexual. Always have been. Always will be.”
“Then why wouldn’t you want to date me?”
For oh so many reasons. None of which Cooper wanted to share with Evelyn. It wasn’t her business. Though with the way she was pressing against him, not even noticing the way he shook, Evelyn thought it was her business.
“Look at the way you react to me.”
Oh maybe she did notice and not have a clue it was his anxiety reacting in a physical rejection of her touch. Cooper pulled away from her and went to the grinder, picking out a mild roast. The midday crowd at The Jolt would enjoy something fresh. He set up the drip and got the coffee going only to turn back into Evelyn. Why couldn’t Mabel have three people on shift today?
“Mmm. I think we could be good together.” Evelyn pressed her palm against Cooper’s chest.
Immediately Cooper stepped back, grabbed a cloth then spun around. He didn’t care if she thought he was avoiding her anymore. The creamer station must needed cleaning.
“Cooper?” Evelyn followed him around the counter.
“No, I don’t think we’d be good together.” Please just let her leave it alone. “Why are you so insistent we would be?”
“Because I like you?”
“Why?” Cooper had never been overtly nice to her. Just professional.
So not an answer.
“You’re nice. You’re not like the other guys,” Evelyn continued, again still in Cooper’s personal space.
“You need to be behind the counter, Evelyn,” Cooper said, praying she’d listen. “One of us is always supposed to be by the register.”
“Oh, right.” Evelyn weaved back through the tables and positioned herself near the espresso machine, close to the creamer station. “So you want to take me out this Friday?”
“We’ll have fun.”
“You mean like at Stubby’s?” Cooper turned around and made sure the bruised side of his face showed.
Evelyn had the decently to look away but the moment her eyes returned to his, Cooper saw the defiant light in her gaze. Shit. Why did she have to be so insistent? And why the fuck were they stuck on shift together?
“Come on. That was… a misunderstanding.” Cooper snorted. Yeah, he knew those communication problems well. “Look, Evelyn, I’m not interested. I’m honestly not even looking to date anyone right now.”
“No.” Maybe if he said it enough she’d listen.
“No, what, Coop?” Mabel had a hand in her purse, not looking at him.
Evelyn smiled and puffed her chest out. “He’s saying he won’t take me out on a date.”
Mabel’s head popped up and she was frowning. Yeah, Cooper knew the feeling well. She opened her mouth and turned to Cooper, stopping as her gaze fell on his face.
“What happened to you?” she asked.
Cooper pointed to Evelyn. “Why don’t you ask her?”
* * * * *
"Cooper? Hey, Cooper? Are you listening?"
He blinked. Mabel's hand waved in front of his face, a beige blur. The past few weeks had been horrendous. Too much work and not enough sleep… again.
"You're going to be in real trouble if this continues," Mabel said, frown lines etching into her face.
"I'm sorry." He didn't know what else to say. Since the day . "Can you put us on different shifts?"
Mabel sighed, pushing her chair back, precariously balancing on the two back legs.
"Listen, I told you what happen at Stubby's—"
"Which is one of the reasons I haven't fired you."
"I've been a model employee," Cooper answered, taking a step back and crossing his arms. "Even that Harlan guy came over and backed me up about Evelyn's behavior at Stubby’s."
Mabel closed her eyes. "I know. I know. But until now Evelyn has been a model employee too. I have to take her accusations against you seriously."
"I haven't taken anything. I haven't touched anyone inappropriately. Shit, boss, you saw the bruise on my jaw after she punched me. I've just done my job. That's all I want to do."
Mabel opened her eyes again, her dark brown gaze centering on him. She reached out and patted Cooper. "I believe you. I just have to prove it to Benji."
"He doesn't believe me?" Cooper asked, his voice hitching. Damn. Never in his wildest dreams did Cooper think he'd be having to defend himself against such wild accusations.
"Benji is a—" Mabel waved a hand, biting the left side of her mouth. "A born skeptic. And this establishment and the bakery is our lifeblood. We can't lose them over something like sexual harassment allegations going unheard."
"No. But. I…He's always been nice to me when he visits the café," Cooper said automatically, like it would help.
"Because you were polite and respectful to him."
"Just because some acts one way doesn't mean that's their true selves."
Yeah. Didn't Cooper know it. This fuck up with Evelyn was tearing his life apart. Mabel shrugged, her mouth lifting into a smile before disappearing again.
"I'm sorry, Cooper. I really am. I'll see what I can do about making sure you're on different shifts. Just try to make sure you keep clear of Evelyn for today when she comes in for her shift. Malik is here for a buffer. We'll go from there."
"Sure thing, Cooper. I hope we can get to the bottom of this quickly."
Cooper tied his apron on, gave Mabel one last look, then headed out of the managerial office, stunned and moving in a stupor.
He knew Evelyn had been pissed at Stubby's, but to accuse him of sexual harassment? Of stealing? Jesus. Cooper didn't know how to even feel. Well, angry covered a good portion of his feelings. He just didn't know what to do with it. It wasn't like he could retaliate. That would only prove Evelyn right.
He huffed, wiping his head with a hand. God. What a fucking mess. No matter how much he liked The Jolt, or the pay that went with being a shift manager, maybe it was time he moved on. There were other coffee shops in Boswell. Hopefully any new job would work with creating a decent schedule with his job at Band Rescue.
Shit. No one else was nearly as flexible as Mabel when it came to his work schedules.
"You goin' to help or what?"
Cooper glanced up. Malik stood behind the pastry case, lips twisted, hands on his hips, and brows scrunched together.
"You all right, Coop?"
"Yeah, just—" He shook his head. "Just stuff. Don't worry about it."
"Evelyn up to her shit again?"
How did Malik even know?
"Man, what did you do to piss her off this time?"
Whatever, there wasn't time for gossiping. Cooper didn't want to go there. "Shhh. We have customers."
After a moment, Malik shrugged and went back to the bar, wiping down the espresso station. Cooper got behind the register and smiled at the couple talking over the menu. Once he handed the order off to Malik, Cooper went back to checking supplies, making note of anything they needed to stock up. After the morning rush, they basically needed everything, but Cooper hated wasting the delicious pastries Benji made every day.
"What are we low on?" Mabel asked, making Cooper jump.
He made a face at her. "Everything. Hey, when is Benji's permit gonna come through to connect the bakery and café?"
"The town council is throwing another wrench in the works."
"You've got to be joking."
Mabel rolled her eyes. "I wish."
"That's nine months."
"You're telling me." Mabel leaned against the doorframe. "We bought out Helen's Heaven because we were told we'd be allowed to expand."
Grunting, Mabel pushed off the door. "I wouldn't disagree. That your list?"
"Yup." He handed it over.
"I'll be back shortly. Be good."
"I always am."
Malik laughed, his dread lock beads clacking.
"What?" Cooper asked, indignant.
"Then why are you always in trouble, Coop?"
Mabel tittered. "He's got a point, Cooper."
"It, uh, finds me?" He must have a bad luck magnet or something.
The door chimed. They all yelled "hello." The greeting died on Cooper's lips when Evelyn walked through the door, smiling like a cat with a live lizard caught in its teeth.
* * * * *
Cooper dropped his head down on the counter. None of his shifts at The Jolt had ever felt so long. And he needed to take a piss. With Evelyn here, though, he hadn't gotten out of Malik's line a vision. He wanted someone to be able to back up him if push came to shove.
A hand thumped his back, making him tense momentarily before Malik spoke. "You okay, Coop?"
"Long coupla weeks."
He turned his head, not taking it off the counter, looking up at Malik. His coworker just laughed and shook his head. Cooper snorted.
"I see I can count on your sympathy," Cooper said dryly.
"Man, you look well done. You should go home and sleep."
Yeah. That sounded nice. Cooper needed a break. Today had been filled with tension better left behind him. But first… Cooper stood and checked where they were at with the shift change.
"Evelyn clock out for her break?"
"Forty-five minutes ago," Malik answered. "Hasn't clocked back in."
Great. Just great. One thing Cooper didn't want was hunting down Evelyn to get back on shift. He growled and rolled his forehead against the counter again.
"Hey, man, that's on her." Malik leaned back against the counter. "Let her fuck up and get fired. You covered for her faults too long."
"I-I, maybe…" She had used him as a reference after all—without actually asking—so he felt responsible. "Who's coming in after us?"
"Alison and Nolan."
"Nolan should be here in about fifteen. Alison should come in a half hour before Evelyn's shift is up."
"You mind if I take off as soon as he gets here?" Cooper needed a nap, and then maybe he could focus at rehearsal, not pass out on the couch like, well, since forever?
"Go ahead, Coop. You look like a hooker at a free pass convention. Well used and hard up."
"I don't think that's a compliment."
Malik chuckled and slapped his back again. "You work too hard."
"Got to make ends meet somehow."
"Oh, right, I, umm, sorry, Coop."
"I forget you don't live at home like the rest of us sometimes." Malik's beads jangled when he shook his head. "Sorry."
"Don't worry about it."
The door chimed, both of the hollering a "Hello." When Cooper saw it was Harlan. Malik elbowed him. Cooper tossed a scowl in his direction before smiling at the bartender.
"Harlan, nice to see you."
That smile of Harlan's came right out—all confidence and ease. He strolled up to the counter and leaned in. "You boys gossiping about something juicy?"
"Uh, no?" Cooper answered, darting his eyes over to Malik and back.
"Looked like it."
"Nah, I'm just getting ready to head home, crawl in my bed. That's all."
"Aren't you a bit young for early bedtimes?" Harlan checked his phone. "It's only two."
In the afternoon? "It feels like two a. m."
A groan slipped from him. Malik's lips twisted, his brows scrunched together, and he crossed his arms.
"What?" Cooped asked, rolling his neck.
"Evelyn is really getting to you, man."
"Evelyn?" Harlan interjected, head going back and forth between Cooper and Malik. "That bitch from the other night?"
Cooper imagined his ears pricked, like a retriever. He laughed. "Yeah, her."
"She still giving you trouble?"
Malik answered for him. "Yeah, trying to get him fired."
Both of them scowled, their gazes locked, and nodded.
He eyed them speculatively. "What?"
Sometimes, just sometimes, it would be nice if people didn't look at him like he was stupid. Cooper hated it, with a passion.
The door chimed. All of them yelled "hello" as Nolan walking through the door. He stopped when he saw them crowded around the counter.
"Did someone die?"
"Not yet," Cooper answered. About time he got going then. "I'm taking off."
Before anyone could say anything, he was already walking through the doorway to the back, undoing his apron. He grabbed his backpack. Cooper tossed his apron in it then shouldered the pack. After a quick check everything was in its rightful spot, Cooper headed out.
Harlan, Malik and Nolan huddled together by the cash register. When they saw him coming they shuffled apart, making Cooper frown. Certain shit he just did not need. Malik's gossiping could get them all in trouble.
"See you guys tomorrow," he said, waving but not slowing down.
The look in Nolan's and Malik's eyes said they both wanted to say something. Fat chance. Cooper was done. The idea of hashing out Evelyn, especially when she could walk through the door any moment, made his stomach turn and Cooper had no intention of being caught in another mess.
Stupid bitch made his life hell since she walked into it, even more so once he turned her the fuck down.
No. The last thing he needed was Harlan getting involved. The bartender had already gotten too wrapped up in the mess to start with. Cooper slammed the door open, palms stinging from the impact. Not one step lost.
"Cooper, wait!" Harlan called.
Already through the second set of doors Cooper had no intention of slowing down. Harlan yell was muffled this time. A quick right turn and Cooper was at the bike rack trying to get his lock off. Home and bed called.
He swung a leg over his bike, one foot on a pedal, ready to take off, when Harlan filled his vision, blocking Cooper.
"Boy, you are in a snit."
"I've had a long day, Harlan."
"Okay, okay. I get that." Harlan rocked on his feet, watching Cooper.
"I wanted to see if you some free time today."
Was the whole bed conversation missed? Harlan had been there, yeah? Something in Cooper's face must have shown his irritation.
"I wanted to hang out."
The five most dangerous words a bartender from a gay club could every say.
"I did promise to teach you to herd."