Page 47 of CowSex
“She’s staying there with you?”
“She arrived late Wednesday night in the middle of a blizzard. I couldn’t exactly send her packing, now could I? Do you have a table or a booth free for us? I need to eat before you stop serving breakfast.”
If Martha were to find out what happened at the cabin when Gracie arrived, I’d probably get an earful of abuse and an ass kicking, so best to shut that conversation down.
“Watch your manners. You might be grown, but I can still stand on a chair to kick your ass. Now, act like the gentleman I know your momma raised and introduce me to the girl, would ya?”
I turn around to find Gracie watching us with a small smile on her face, her dimple barely there. I gesture with my head for her to join us, and her smile gets bigger as she moves in our direction.
“Gracie, this is Martha. She’s been like a second mom to me my entire life and is best friends with my real mom.”
“Hey, Martha, you all right?” Gracie’s English accent is so very prominent as she speaks.
I watch as her cheeks turn pink, but Martha just tilts her head and smiles, taking in everything about Gracie while they shake hands.
“Oh, my word would you just listen to that accent. Where did you blow in from, darling?”
Gracie gives her a megawatt grin, dimple now fully on display.
“I’m from England.”
“Well, that accent is just precious. Let’s get you seated so you can order.”
Martha leads the way, and again I place my hand on the small of Gracie’s back as we follow her towards a booth right by the window in the back of the dining area.
There are four menus and place settings, but Martha removes one from each side as we slide in.
“Can I getchya a coffee?”
“Oh, could I have tea please?” Gracie asks.
“Sure thing. I’m assuming you mean hot tea and not iced?”
“Oh, definitely hot. Green, if you’ve got it, with a slice of lemon.”
Martha’s eyes cut to me and then back to Gracie. “Darling, I can fetch you coffee and tea, iced or hot. We have four or five kinds of soda. I can offer chocolate, strawberry, or vanilla shakes, bottled or tap water, but that’s about it.”
Gracie has taken her jacket off and is unwinding her scarf as Martha speaks, and her neck and cheeks have grown pinker as she does.
“What kind of tea is it?”
“Lipton’s.”
“English Breakfast?”
“Just tea.”
“I’ll have water please.”
“Bottled or tap.”
“Bottled, thank you.”
“My pleasure.”
Martha looks to me with a don’t-you-dare-fuck-with-me glare in her eyes, so I simply say, “Coffee please, Martha.”
“Thank you, Koa. I’ll send someone right over with your drinks and to take your food order.”
