![]() ![]() “Which of these damn smoothies cures a hangover?” Kip moaned when the shop was briefly empty. They worked well together because, while neither of them was particularly invested in this job, they took it seriously and did everything they were supposed to. Maria was working with him this morning, and that was cool. The weekday morning rush at Straw+Berry tended to be steady right up until nine. There was no time to rest his head on the inviting pile of oranges that sat on the counter. “One Green Warrior smoothie with a wheatgrass shot.” “Here you are, ma’am.” He tried not to wince as he handed the customer her order. And that job was to make the best damn smoothie he could for the busy-looking woman waiting at the counter. ![]() He had been aware that he needed to be at work at six the next morning, but he’d still managed to drink just enough to make the high-powered blenders his mortal enemy.īut he had a job to do. He hadn’t meant to drink so much last night, but Chuck and Jimmy had been in town and he hadn’t seen those guys in months. Tuesday, January 14, was the day Kip Grady learned that loud blenders and hangovers didn’t mix. ![]()
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