He actually had a point. My layers of a sweater and a winter coat were suddenly too hot. Porn I kept reminding myself it was just coffee. “I’m sorry, Holly. “That’s what they tell me.”
“And just how many surveys have you filled out?”
“None.”
I laughed. Feeling a little more encouraged after my personal pep talk, I made my way to my car and scraped off the frost on the windshield while I waited for the engine to warm up. “Too many people for my tastes.”
“And yet, you’re here.”
He tapped the clipboard. “One tall, caramel latte for you,” he said a few minutes later, setting one cup in front of me, “and a tall, maple pecan latte for me.”
I blinked up at him, my brain and mouth trying to work together. “Hello, Holly. As the hours crept on and the front doors remained closed for the most part, I prayed more members would come into the gym to make the time go faster.
