Sherry pulled back and let go of Madison’s face. Kissing her had been… No time to think about it. There’s work to do. She looked at Danielle. “I…” She ignored her wildly beating heart and cleared her throat. “I’m sorry. We just couldn’t help it.” Hopefully, that would be enough for Madison to show everybody what a happy couple they were.

When Sherry turned back, she saw that Madison’s eyes were slowly opening and a hint of a smile was playing around her lips. Had Madison enjoyed the kiss, or was she just a really good actress?

Sherry had no time to reflect about their kiss because Danielle said, “Well, then, get back to it.” Grinning, she added, “And before you get any ideas, I’m talking about the job.”

Madison halted in the middle of wiping down the bar with a rag.

Within one hour, Sherry had learned everything she needed to know about the Archer. Without spilling even one drop, she had brought some drinks on a tray in one hand and a plate of enchiladas in the other one to a table. Now she served them while smiling and chatting with the customers.

Madison couldn’t hear what was being said, but the customers—a young man and a woman—were smiling at Sherry.

She’s good with people. And she was a much better waitress than Madison. Not surprising giving her years of experience. But still… It was almost elegant how Sherry moved. Elegant? Madison shook her head at herself. Yeah, Sherry looked cute, especially the way her hips slightly swayed when she moved, but that had nothing to do with elegance. Maybe Sherry seemed classier because of her black trousers and her white blouse instead of the short waitress skirt she had worn at the diner. Yeah, that had to be it.

Sherry stepped behind the bar and stopped beside Madison. “Is it just my impression, or are things slowing down?”

Beside wiping down the bar and pouring or opening some cold beverages, Madison hadn’t done much, but even she had picked up that the Archer had gotten less crowded. “No, you’re right.”

Sherry leaned against the countertop beside the coffee machine and smiled.

Heat rushed through her. Almost as much as when Sherry had kissed her earlier. This was crazy. She never reacted this intensely to a kiss and definitely not to a smile. It had to be because of the dream from last night. Shards of memory still entered her consciousness from time to time—probably because she was practically living the life of a nun right now.

“Danielle is nice.” Sherry blew a strand of hair out of her face. “She said she can’t wait to introduce me to her parents.”

Ah, yeah, Lillian’s birthday party next week. She had totally forgotten about it. “I’m sure it’ll be a blast.”

Sherry looked at her funny. “Are you okay?”

“Sure. Why?”