Page 4 of Look at Her and Die

Preacher snorted from his seat next to Cutter.

“I’m not being a sad sack,” I disagreed. “I’m being a normal person that just had to deal with an unwanted breakup.”

“That chick was fuckin’ stuck up her own ass. Sure, she was hot as hell, but she was just a regular bitch taking advantage of you,” Cutter pointed out as he reached for the menu.

Before he could get to the reading of the menu, the woman that I’d seen the moment I walked in started to yell. “We are not serving anything but grilled fucking cheese! If you don’t want grilled cheese, you can see yourself out!”

Cutter grinned and put his menu back.

“Oh, and we can add ham or turkey, and all condiments to that grilled cheese. But don’t ask for anything else, because we ain’t cookin’ it.” She turned her back on the room and yanked a menu out of a woman’s hand that was sitting nearest the door. “You’re allowed to go now.”

“Well, I’ve never…” The woman, dressed in spiked heels that did amazing things for her ass, clip-clopped out of the door.

“She’s hot,” Preacher announced.

That she was.

She was also a bit crazy.

Then again, I seemed to lean toward the crazy.

What did that say about me?

“Yo,” the big man with the buzz cut said as he arrived. Definitely some type of military. I could spot them from a mile away since I was military myself. “What can I get y’all to drink?”

“Dr Pepper,” I answered, my eyes once again trailing to the woman.

She had her hair, which was thick as fuck and so curly it appeared untamable, up on the top of her head with a couple of forks holding it in place.

Forks.

For real, forks.

Her t-shirt was tight. Her shorts were short.

And she had on the rattiest pair of running shoes I’d ever seen.

I could even see her big toe—which wasn’t covered in socks—through the hole at the tip of that shoe.

But man, oh, man, did she have some great legs.

As in, they were the best things I’d ever seen in my life.

Long. Tan. Toned.

“Be right back,” the big man said, breaking me out of my contemplation of the woman’s amazing features.

“You’ve got a bit of drool there.” Cutter grinned as he pointed at his chin.

I flipped him off and grumbled, “Fuck you.”

I wasn’t too broken up about Elisha not to notice the beauty that was right in front of me.

Elisha and I had broken up two weeks ago in a blaze of fiery glory.

She’d wanted me to take her to a black-tie event.

I’d told her not only would I not take her, but I refused to ever go anywhere near those kinds of events, and she got butt hurt.

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