Page 30 of I Knead You Tonight

Winston finally ambles inside, clapping his dad on the back. “What’s up, Dad?”

Simon checks the watch on his wrist. “Well, I’ll be damned. You’re on time.”

“You have me to thank for that.”

“Pfft,” Winston scoffs. “You almost made us late with all your diddle-daddling.”

“I was saying goodbye to my child.”

“Excuses, excuses.”

Simon smacks the back of Winston’s head. “Shut up. Go clock in and do something with your life.”

Winston glares at me, rubbing his head.

I just stick my tongue out and head for the computer so I can get paid for having to deal with Winston all night long.

Once I’m on the clock, I tie my apron around my waist and head for my first table, pasting on my customer service smile.

“Welcome to Slice. What can I—oh, it’s just you.”

Wren and Foster grin up at me.

“Just us?” Wren pouts. “You hear that, Foster? It’sjust us.”

“Ignore her,” Foster says. “She’s insane today.”

“To be fair, she’s insane every day.”

The guy sitting next to Foster laughs. “I like her. Is she single?”

I look him over, his dark blond hair perfectly coifed and his skin a rich tan. His eyes are dark green, smile bright white.

Is there something in the water around here? Because all the guys are stupid hot.

“Why don’t you ask her yourself?” I say.

He whistles. “Damn. Yeah, Ireallylike you.” He sticks his hand out across the table. “I’m Porter. And you are…?”

“Single.”

“Drew!” Wren laughs.

“What? I am.”

“You’re horrible.”

“She’s hot.”

“She’s insufferable.”

I sigh, becauseof courseWinston must butt into this conversation at this exact moment.

“Go away, Winston,” Wren tells her brother. “You’re not wanted here.”

“I am too.” He looks to Foster. “Right, best friend?”

“Oooh.” I clap my hands together. “The decision between free pussy and dealing with a butthurt Winston—let’s definitely play this game.”

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