Total pages in book: 150
Estimated words: 147136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 736(@200wpm)___ 589(@250wpm)___ 490(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 736(@200wpm)___ 589(@250wpm)___ 490(@300wpm)
I swore I heard hope in his voice.
Tori tilted her head back and held his eyes. Her shoulders lowered and the fingers at her hips eased their tension.
She was losing her fire. I could see it, but she wouldn’t let that on.
“I’d never come looking for you,” she whispered, then rolled up on her toes to add, “Not. Ever.”
“Right,” Jamie muttered. “You came lookin’ for me. That’s what this is about.”
“Nope. Sorry.”
“You did.”
“Didn’t.”
“Then how come you know I was buried in pussy?”
“Lucky guess,” Tori snapped. “It was between that or your own ass. I had a fifty-fifty shot.”
Jamie smiled and crossed his arms over his chest.
“That’s cute, Legs. Real cute, and I gotta be honest. I’m digging you being jealous.”
Tori scoffed.
“I am not jealous.”
“You are.”
“Am not.”
“Are.”
“God, are you that conceited? Seriously? Not everyone wants you, Jamie.”
He bent down, getting closer and forcing Tori to rock back onto her heels.
“You do,” he said, his voice dipping lower. “You’re hard up, babe. As bad as me. Admit it. How long’d you stand there watching last night, wishing you were one of them?”
Tori’s eyes rounded to the size of dinner plates.
I peered around Jamie to look at Brian, indicating with my head and knowing eyes for him to step in and break up this back and forth before it got any worse.
Brian shrugged casually.
“Told you before, Wild. Unless it’s getting pushed on me, I stay out of it,” he reminded me.
I glared at him to show my disapproval.
I could tell by the smile tugging at his mouth that Brian thought my glare was cute and not at all threatening.
That made me glare harder.
“Anyone working today?” Nate asked at my back with a tone that screamed unemployment for all of us.
I lost the glare, quickly spun around, and waved my ticket book in front of me.
“I am!” I said enthusiastically, grinning at his hardened face.
Nate was a good-looking guy even when he looked angry. It was the dark hair, dark eyes, dress shirt rolled at his forearms, and Clark Kent glasses.
Nerds were right behind hot boys who used to surf, in my book.
“I was just getting ready to take down orders,” I further explained when Nate looked unconvinced.
He kept his face hard as he cut his eyes to Tori, his coffee steaming in his hands.
She was already moving away and toward a table on the other side of the room, greeting a four-top with that small town girl charm she radiated and everyone fell in love with. The two couples ate it up, and if they’d been waiting long, they forgot all about that wait the second Tori started talking.
I looked back at Nate and saw his approval. His face was marginally less angry, and he turned that face on Jamie and relaxed it further to ask, “You being helped?”
Jamie nodded, choosing not to get Tori into trouble, which I could’ve seen as sweet but I chose not to because I was still holding on to the knowledge Tori shared last night, then he moved in front of me and took the seat across from Brian.
Nate stepped away and took his coffee to his office. The door shut loudly behind him.
“Dude is hurting,” Brian observed, pulling my eyes to his. He jerked his chin. “You can see it. That wasn’t just about you girls standing around and not getting to work.”
I thought it was sweet he noticed Nate’s pain, thinking most guys wouldn’t pick up on something like that and would only see a boss getting on his employees, and I chose to show my feelings about Brian being in tune to that by leaning over the table and kissing him quickly.
It was soft and sweet and tasted like spearmint gum.
I loved spearmint gum.
Then I pulled back, readied my ticket book, and looked between Brian and Jamie, asking, “Do ya’ll need time or are you ready to order?”
Brian chuckled.
Jamie slid the menu that was already set out on the table closer to me, keeping it closed.
“Not sure I should bother,” he said. “You seem to get some crazy idea of your own every time I come in here and bring me whatever you’re feelin’.”
“Well, you could always eat somewhere else if you’re unhappy with the service,” I suggested, forcing my lips into a smile that was one hundred percent fake.
The smile Jamie hit me with in return was one hundred percent genuine—heart-melting dimples and all.
“Nah. I like the view here,” he told me, winking. “Just bring me a Coke with grenadine if you feel like it.”
I looked at Brian.
His smile warmed my belly and melted other parts of me, not just my heart.
“Southern stuffed shrimp, Wild. And that coffee.”
“Got it.”
I scribbled down his order and my choice of the day for Jamie—a bucket of clams—swiped the menu off the table, and deposited it back at the hostess booth, then ripped the ticket off and carried it to the kitchen window.