Page 6 of A Biker for Noelle
My smile falls. “What do you mean?”
She bumps me with her shoulder. “What I mean is I saw how you and Eazy were eye fuckin’ each other like you wanted to rip each other’s clothes off.”
My mouth falls open, and I feel the heat rising. “Oh, my God,” I choke out. “Are you nuts?”
Charlie is a waitress here at Brewer’s and has taken me under her wing tonight. She’s a stunning redhead with the longest legs I’ve ever seen on a woman and has an abundance of curves, with every man in the room turning their head when she walks by.
“I might be crazy, but I’m not blind.”
I shake my head. “Eazy is not looking at me in any kind of way. He’s just making sure I do my job right. I’ll be lucky if he doesn’t fire me after tonight.”
Charlie narrows her eyes. “Fire you. For what?”
“For starters, I’m not as quick as you. I’ve messed up four orders. And I tripped and dropped my tray and spilled beer all over some guy’s shoes.”
Charlie waves me off. “That was Greg. He’s cool, so don’t sweat it. You’re doing great. I’ve been schlepping drinks for years, and not a week goes by where I don’t spill a beer or two.”
“Charlie,” Eazy barks, making me jump. “That table in the back is waitin’ on you to take their order.”
I look over to see Eazy striding this way.
Charlie rolls her eyes. “Yeah, yeah. I’m on it.”
Just before walking away, Charlie nudges me with her elbow and winks. I turn my attention back to Eazy, standing across from me, his hip leaning against the bar and his arms crossed over his chest. This time I avert my eyes so I’m not caught ogling again.
“How’s it goin’?” he asks.
“Pretty good, I think. Is it always this busy?”
Eazy nods. “Yeah. This is normal for this time of year. We get a shit ton out-of-towners hittin’ the slopes and families lookin’ to get away for the holidays.”
“I can imagine. I haven’t taken in all the sights, but from what I’ve seen, Ember Falls is beautiful.”
“It is,” he agrees.
I wait a beat to see if he will say more, but he doesn’t. Instead, he simply stands there eyeing me in a way that makes me think he can see straight through me, seeing all my secrets. It’s unnerving, and I begin to fidget. Thankfully, I’m saved when a new patron sits at the bar, drawing Eazy’s attention. Beforewalking away, he leans over the top of the bar. “Take a thirty-minute break, baby. Charlie will cover your tables.”
He strides away, leaving me dizzy.
Did he just call me baby?
Shaking off an array of emotions caused by a certain someone, I head outside to check on Zack. Spotting a twenty-four-hour diner across the street, I pull my coat tight around my body to fight off the cold and jog across the parking lot, thankful for the tip money I’ve made so Zack can have a hot meal.
The moment I step inside, I’m assaulted by Christmas music and the smell of fried chicken. A few customers enjoy a late-night meal, and an older gentleman sits at the counter sipping from a coffee mug. Some people eye me with curiosity, but their gazes last only briefly.
Seconds later a waitress appears from the back. “Well, hey there.”
I settle on a stool at the counter, and she passes me a menu. “Can I order something to go?” I ask.
The waitress, who looks to be in her mid to late thirties, smiles. “Sure can, honey.”
I scour the menu. “Can I have fried chicken with macaroni and cheese with a side of broccoli?” I pause, examining the different desert options, and decide to splurge. Zack has a sweet tooth like any other kid and deserves a treat. “And I’ll take a slice of the German Chocolate cake too.”
The waitress scribbles my order down. “Will that do it for ya?”
I nod. “Yes. Thank you.”
“All right. I’ll be back with your food in no time.”
