Page 8 of Too Enchanting

“Sorry, Aunt A,” Dillon replied sweetly, but she just rolled her eyes at him, turned, and walked into the back.

“Kiss ass,” Jazzy whispered.

Dillon ignored her and began pouring the beer into the glasses Becs had just brought.

“Do you already know what you want to order?” she asked, not bothering to bring menus.

We went around the table, starting with the ladies, and gave Becs our orders. When she finally got to me, Becs turned her body toward me and smiled. She was pretty, with short black hair and a dimpled grin, but was a little too young for me.

That never stopped her from trying, though.

“What can I get for you, Jed?” she asked, lowering her voice so her tone came out smoky.

My body reacted of its own free will at the sound, coupled with the way she was looking at me … like she hoped I’d order her off the menu.

“Uh,” I began, struggling to remember why I always ignored her advances … She’s only twenty-one, she’s only twenty-one, I repeated in my head until my brain could function again. “I’d like the cheeseburger, all the way, with the sweet potato fries.”

“You watching your carbs?” she asked, leaning in a bit so I could see down her shirt.

Jeez, I blinked and kept my eyes on hers, you’re a whole decade older than her.

“Nah,” I said, keeping my tone even as I lifted my beer to my lips, “I just like sweet potato fries.”

“I was gonna say … cause your body looks damn near perfect to me.”

I almost choked on my beer as she sauntered off, swinging her hips as she looked over her shoulder at me.

Dillon and Reardon chuckled, and Jasmine said, “Looks like someone’s got a crush,” but when I looked at Serena, I couldn’t read her expression. It almost looked annoyed, but what the hell did she have to be annoyed about, I was the one who had to fend off the advances of the pretty, young millennial.

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