Page 35 of Hide My Heart
Instead, I’ll wait.
I can’t go anywhere off the Interstate anyway because of the ice storm, and I’m using Will’s credit card for the motel, so I might as well live it up. Order steak and fries for dinner tonight and pay-per-view porn.
I glance up as the waitress returns to my table.
“Care for more coffee?” She brandishes her coffee pot.
I wink and give her a nod. “Sure. Nobody’s going anywhere because of the ice.”
“Nope, looks like a big ice storm shaping up.”
“Yep, haven’t had one for a long time,” I confirm, remembering my Pops telling me about the big ice storm of 1996.
“Looks like no one’s going out for a long time,” the waitress, whose nametag reads Molly, says. “Where are you holed up?”
I tilt my head leftward toward the motel attached to the diner. “Room five.”
“That your truck parked out back?” she asks with a similar tilt of her head.
“That’s my baby,” I say, flipping over the menu.
Molly takes out her order pad and smiles. “Okay, big guy, what will you have?”
“You, for lunch.” I grin and wiggle my eyebrows.
“We don’t serve lunch until ten.” She points to the breakfast menu. “How about something to get you going?”
I order my breakfast plate, and she retreats to the kitchen, her nice full hips swaying.
It’s easier to pick up women clean shaven. They think I’m a well-to-do businessman traveling through town.
I watch her a moment, then go back to Will’s laptop, scanning the local news and looking at the car accident reports.
Nothing about a pickup truck.
Which means she’s out there somewhere with my stuff.
I wonder if she called that fool bartender to meet up with her, and I wonder what the story is with that baby.
Pisses me off.
She goes and kills my baby, then shacks up with someone else’s kid?
Sometimes I wish I let her have the baby. Then she wouldn’t have left. Babies are a drag, but if it’s a boy, he can help me set the traps. Just like I helped Pops.
Molly returns with my jumbo breakfast plate. She sets it in front of me, making sure her boobs are directly in front of my nose. “This ought to satisfy your hunger.”
“Maybe not. How about you serve me an early lunch? Room service?”
“I get off at ten.” She refills my coffee and sashays from my table.
After I watch her sexy ass sway back to the kitchen, I notice an icon flashing on my phone. It’s the track my phone notification. I tap on the icon and a map pops up, highlighting exactly where my cell phone has just come online.
Amber, I’ve got you!
Now, all I have to do is get as close as I can with the truck, then hike up the rest of the way with my cleated ice-gripping boots.
TWENTY
