Entangled with the Prince - Elizabeth Lennox Page 0,22

I shouldn’t be here, then you need to leave and I’ll talk to you later.”

Gaelen looked down at her, stunned and amused by her words. “Did you just give me an order?” he asked, amazed and…damn it, turned on!

She blinked and tilted her head slightly. “Yes. Which will it be? The special today is amazing.”

He laughed and pulled back. “I’ll have breakfast.”

Savannah’s smile brightened. “Excellent. You won’t regret it.” She turned and looked around, then gestured towards an empty table. “There’s an open table in the back. Go ahead and grab that one and I’ll bring you some coffee.”

He looked to that table, then around at the others in the diner. After a moment, he nodded his approval, then moved towards the table in the back, sending a text message to his guards. He knew that some of them would come into the diner and sit at the tables surrounding him while others would move to form a perimeter around the diner. No one knew that he was here. It wasn’t on his agenda and there hadn’t been any hint of danger in the security chatter over the past several days. Gaelen figured this was safe enough.

Sitting down, he was surprised that the chairs were so comfortable. The whole place was sort of a throwback to the fifties, but with a bit of seventies tackiness thrown in to make the place a bit more interesting.

“Here you go,” Savannah said as she put a ceramic cup on the table in front of him, then poured coffee. “Do you want cream or sugar?’ she asked, looking at him shyly.

“Just black.”

“Here’s a menu,” she told him, offering him a plastic covered menu.

“What would you recommend?” he asked, not bothering to even glance at it.

She smiled, then shrugged. “About half of the people who come in on Sundays for brunch order Mickey’s special. They don’t even bother to ask what it is, they just know that it’s going to be good.”

He eyed her carefully, but he didn’t see the mischief that he remembered from the other night at the bar when she’d brought him a frilly mess of a cocktail.

“Okay, then bring me the special.”

She grinned and took the menu away. As soon as he spoke, he knew that he was in trouble. But he was so stunned by the strength of his reaction to her smile that he didn’t stop her when she sauntered away.

Sipping his coffee, Gaelen watched Savannah work. She was a good waitress, keeping an eye on her tables, but not bothering her customers too much. She kept their drinks filled and was responsive to their requests. The cook seemed to be competent, since no one was kept waiting too long for their food and everyone appeared to be enjoying their meals.

But his eyes remained mostly on Savannah and not the other patrons. She was lovely, he thought. Again, he noticed her thinness and wondered why she starved herself. The jeans she was wearing were loose, although not loose enough that he couldn’t appreciate her very fine derriere.

She spun around at that moment and he was caught. But instead of being embarrassed, he simply winked at her, letting her know that he appreciated the view.

Gaelen’s smile widened as she blushed again. Such a telling reaction, he thought as he leaned back in his chair.

For the next several minutes, he focused on her, watching the way she interacted with the patrons, her efficiency of movement as she made her way through the tables, refilling the drinks while grabbing plates from the kitchen window to take them to the various tables. There were only two waitresses, but somehow, Savannah and the other woman were able to handle everything. It was a tribute to her efficiency and he admired her even more.

Until she brought his order to his table. He knew that he was in trouble when he saw that sparkle in her eyes. It was the same glimmer of amusement she’d had when she’d brought that cocktail and his body tightened with anticipation. Not just for whatever was on that plate, but also because he wanted her.

It took him several heartbeats after she set the plate on the table before he could pull his gaze away from her laughing eyes. But when he looked down at the heaping mess of chocolate and whipped cream, he almost stood up to toss her over his shoulder right then and there.

Smothering his amusement, he looked up at her. “What the hell is this?” he demanded,