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This is the chick who wants to be an old lady? Yeah, right.I brush her off and turn back to Razor. “Nah, I’m good.”
Razor chuckles and shakes his head.
“All right, Prez. See you tomorrow.”
“Yeah. You know what? Take some of the girls with you. Give Mission’s boys a taste of Georgia.”
“Sure thing. Lonnie, you’re rolling with me, sweet cheeks.”
I watch them leave and then grab the keys to my Mustang from behind the bar. Maybe Raven will let me give her a ride home. I get to Millie’s and I have to stand there for a minute and just watch her. What a difference a day makes. She’s smiling and moving around animatedly, chatting with the diners. She’s fucking beautiful. Since it’s not too busy, I take a seat at a table in her section. The moment she sees me, her smile fades.Okay, not the reaction I was expecting.She walks up to my table slowly.
“Hi.”
“Hey, baby doll. Not happy to see me?”
She nervously tucks some stray hair behind her ear.
“Don’t call me that,” she whispers, handing me a menu.
“Why not? You didn’t object last night.”
“Shh! Do you want everyone to hear you?”
Damn, this girl can put a smile on my face. I flip through the menu even though I already know what I want.
“Are you ready to order?”
“Yeah, let me get the fried chicken with potato salad and a biscuit.”
“And to drink?”
“Coke.”
“I’ll be right back. And stop smiling at me like that.”
I chuckle as she walks away, willing myself not to look at her ass. This is one of those times that I wish I had a time machine. I don’t need much; just two months into the future, that’s all. She returns with my drink, and as she places it on the table, I let my hand brush hers before she releases the glass. She gasps and yanks her hand away. The fire in her eyes doesn’t escape me, but she quickly blinks it away.
“Stop it,” she says through clenched teeth and leaves again.
I watch her with a grin. My poor, little bird, she seems so frustrated. I need to do something about that. When she returns with my order, the diner is practically empty. There’s only me, and a couple at a table in Sheila’s section. She sets the plate on the table and slides her palms down her apron.
“If you need anything else, just let me know.”
“Join me.”
She takes a deep breath and shakes her head.
“I’m working.”
“Doing what? I’m your only customer.”
“Gage.”
Her tone is laced with warning, but all I can think of is how much I like hearing her say my name.
“You need to stop. Whateverthisis…it needs to stop.”
She marches off and I turn to my food.Stop? I’m just getting started.
