Page 7 of Fire Fight
“I’ll give you a second to look over the menu,” she said pointedly to Aspen, knowing I’d had the thing memorized for years.After offering her a smile, Aspen’s attention dropped to the laminated paper, and I mouthedbe niceat Bonnie.
With an eye roll, the old woman disappeared once again.
“So what’s good here?” Aspen asked.
“Everything.”
Aspen chuckled. “Helpful.”
I hitched a shoulder up. “I’ve been eating here as long as I can remember. I’ve tried everything Bonnie has to offer, and there’s not a single bad dish.”
“Okay…” Aspen said, dropping her menu and resting her elbows on the table to lean toward me, those cinnamon eyes assessing. “Then tell me what you’re getting.”
I mirrored her pose, dropping my voice. “You want me to tell you what to do?”
Aspen blinked slowly at my tone, but breathed, “Maybe.”
“You don’t seem like the type, Miss McKay.”
“Aspen.”
“Aspen,” I repeated.
“Yes?”
“Chicken and bacon waffles,” I said lowly, almost like I was describing my favorite sexual position.
What the fuck was happening here? I knew we were being lured into dangerous waters, but I couldn’t find the energy to pull us from the trance.
Aspen’s pink tongue darted out to trace along her bottom lip, and my skin tightened with the action. Wondering how it would look swirling around the tip of my co?—
“You two ready to order?”
We snapped apart like we’d been shocked, and when I dared a glance up at her, Bonnie’s lips were pursed in my direction, clearly unimpressed. Internally, I groaned. The problem with being a small town boy was that all the old folks treated me like their child. But I didn’t need to be mothered. If I wanted that, I’d head over to the ranch and let my real mama fuss over me.
“My usual,” I croaked.
“Honey and syrup?”
I chuckled at Bonnie. “Do I ever get it any other way?”
She smirked, but her expression flattened when she turned to Aspen.
But Aspen’s eyes were on me.
“Honey and syrup?” she asked, one of those perfect, dark brows raised toward her hairline.
“Honey for the chicken, syrup?—”
“For the waffles,” Bonnie finished. “He’s been doing it since he was a kid.”
“That’s…a lot of sugar.”
I merely shrugged. In general, I took great care of my body, but I liked to indulge every now and then.
Aspen considered that for a second before she said, “I’ll have the same. And can I get a bowl of whatever fresh fruit you’ve got on the side?”
Bonnie nodded, said, “Sure thing, toots,” and left again.
