Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
“I’ll have the same as Gramps, but fried eggs and breakfast potatoes.” Bernie gets two waffles, two eggs over easy, bacon, and hashbrowns. A small variation and easy to remember, there’s no need to use my guest pad.
“Sounds good. Anything else to drink besides coffee?” I look at both guys. It’s hit or miss with Bernie.
“No juice for me today, Carsynn. Thank you, though,” Bernie says, grabbing the utensils we keep on the table, unwrapping the napkin, and setting his utensils on top.
“None for me either, thanks,” the younger of the two says, though he’s still much older than me.
“You’ve got it. I’ll put your orders in and get it out shortly.” I grab the pot of coffee I had set on the table and make my way back to the counter. Denny and Nikki were smart; the commercial-grade countertops and tabletops throughout the diner can take the heat of the piping-hot coffee. There’s no need to set anything beneath, and it sure helps not to have to hold the pot or make an extra stop between tables. I weave in and out of the tables, stopping to say hello to Olive’s customers, and make sure no one needs anything since she’s behind the bar, an area we both split when it comes to tickets. Teamwork makes the dream work and all that jazz. It was an oddity when I first came to work here, but Olive showed me the ropes, being her super friendly and bubbly self. I had absolutely no idea what to think, but it was like she had two heads after coming from my last job.
“I see you survived. I probably should have warned you. Gabe McCoy is larger than life, a hometown legend, one of the good guys, and one of the hottest eligible bachelors in Plaine Hill. The best part is he’s humble, gives back, and will do anything for Bernie.” Olive comes up beside me while I’m putting the McCoys’ order in. Everything is pen and paper, minus the register, which relays the orders to Denny. We have a credit card machine, but it barely gets used. For the most part, people like to use cash.
“I kind of assumed, seeing how great Bernie is. You also never know.” I shrug my shoulders, attempting to keep my eyes on the machine instead of Gabe McCoy. The man who made my thighs clench, my heart rate soar, and my cheeks redden.
“Girl, you can act unaffected all you want, but with a man like that, if he were looking at me like he is at you, well, I’d be shooting my shot.” Olive wiggles her eyebrows. “In fact, he’s looking at you right now. He has the entire time since he walked into the diner. Are you sure you’ve never seen him before?” What is she talking about? I thought it was me staring at him the entire time, not the other way around. Surely, Olive has this all wrong. I mean Gabe McCoy looking at me. Maybe she’s seeing things. My eyes sweep the length of the diner, sneaking a glance at him without being too obvious. It’s hard not to be fascinated by him, the way he carries himself, not slouching even though he’s got to be close to six and a half feet tall. He’s built, has broad shoulders, muscular arms, which are probably bigger than my thighs, and thick corded forearms, and I haven’t even mentioned his tapered waist or his ass. My virgin self thought all about the way he’d potentially spread my legs with his thick thighs. How he’d stretch me to the max in all sorts of delicious ways and leave me feeling his presence for days after.
“You’re wrong. There’s no way.” I drop my eyes back to the register. Surely, my cheeks are showing my blush yet again. I shouldn’t be looking at anything more than his face, but he's impressive from the top of his light brown hair, dimpled cheek, eyelashes a woman would kill for, down to the impressive package I saw bulging with each slow-gaited movement.
“Girl, he is eating you up.” This time when I sneak another look at Gabe, our eyes lock, and when he gives me the slightest tilt of his lips, I realize maybe Olive is right. That brings a whole other host of worries to navigate. Jesus, this being an adult and allowing yourself to live is not for the faint of heart.
6
GABE
“I told you she was a looker, and that’s not all either.” I’ve been waiting on the old man to give me hell. The sad part is, Gramps isn’t wrong. My cock stood up and took notice when I walked into the diner. That was before I heard her voice or saw the full package of Carsynn. Grandpa bided his time while we ate, humming here and there, making conversation all while my eyes were glued to her. She’s tiny, much smaller than my frame. Hell, my two hands can probably wrap around her waist so far that my fingertips meet. Olive complexion to my fairer skin, dark hair with natural highlights wrapped up in a tight ponytail. My hands were itching to take hold of the hair tie holding it up and watching as her light waves fell down her body.