By Cleo Coyle
Whilst an previous good friend of her ex-husband develops the world's first botanically decaffeinated espresso bean and smuggles it into the rustic, Clare Cosi, supervisor of Village mix, believes it is a company chance she must investigate...at least until eventually the 1st useless physique exhibits up.
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Coming through the door at long last, was my ex-husband. Anxious to grill him, I closed my cell phone and set it down on the counter—an act I would soon regret. TWO “WHERE were you? I couldn’t reach you? What happened? ” A moment after barking these charming queries, I wanted to take them back. Matt and I functioned best when we communicated in a cordial, businesslike manner. The tone I’d just used had more attitude than a jilted fiancée on Dr. Phil. Matt didn’t appear bothered by it. He walked up to the coffee bar, flashing one of his confident, masculine smiles.
Matt checked his watch again. “And if Ric were here, he would be explaining that he needs your help at the Beekman Hotel this Friday night for coffee service. ” Tucker looked excited. ” Matt smiled. “Ric will be unveiling his breakthrough. And he’ll be announcing the news that the Village Blend and its international kiosks will be the exclusive rollout for his new decaffeinated beans. ” Esther, Tucker, and Gardner stared with gaping mouths at the news. I already knew, of course, but it was a thrill to see their stunned faces.
My hands moved under me, wet pebbles scratching my palms. My apron felt heavy, restrictive. I struggled to rise, but the ground seemed to tilt dramatically, like those old Batman TV shows when the villain was cackling with evil glee. I fell back again. The icy drizzle stung my face and hands, the nearby Dumpster smelled rank. I heard the distant scream of a police siren, glimpsed a navy blue baseball hat, the trademark NY logo embroidered above the bill. For a split second the Yankee cap was there, resting near me on the concrete.