fighting to keep his face straight.
Savannah’s grin widened. “It’s today’s special. I told you that it was amazing!”
Gaelen noticed that she was almost glowing. His eyes moved lower, thinking about her breasts and how he was going to…!
“There you are!”
Gaelen reluctantly pulled his eyes away from Savannah as his sister plopped into the chair across from him. She was such a damn whirlwind that everyone in the diner was sneaking peeks at her.
He glared at the rest of them, especially the men who were eyeing his beautiful sister, and they eventually turned around, minding their own business.
“Talia, what are you doing here?” He glanced up at Savannah, ready to introduce her to his sister. But he only spotted her back as she retreated into the kitchen, disappearing from his view.
“I needed to talk to you,” she announced, sliding her linen jacket off. “What is that?” she gasped. “You never eat sugar! What’s going on?”
Gaelen smothered several curses. “It’s the diner’s special,” he explained, then shoved the plate across the table towards her. “Help yourself.” He turned, looking for Savannah. He wanted to introduce Talia to her and he damn well needed to order something else for breakfast.
But instead of Savannah’s butterscotch tresses, he only saw a tall, rounder brunette. She glanced over her shoulder at him, then back at the kitchen. He had no idea what was going on, but the brunette came towards him and she didn’t look very friendly.
“Is there a problem?” she asked, her tone obviously indicating that she didn’t care to hear about any problems with the food.
“Oh my gosh, this is amazing!” Talia gasped, taking a big bite of the chocolate French toast. “I didn’t know something this amazing could be eaten for breakfast!”
Gaelen briefly glared at his sister, then looked at the waitress. “Could I possibly get an egg white omelet?” he asked.
The waitress shifted on her feet. “Sure. Mickey can make that. I’m guessing you want it filled with vegetables?”
Gaelen’s eyes narrowed at her snippy tone. “That would be great. Thank you.”
Talia laughed, obviously already on a sugar high. “You don’t know what you’re missing, Gaelen,” she mumbled around the food in her mouth. Her eyes rolled back as she sighed with pleasure. “This is amazing!”
Shaking his head, he sipped his coffee. “Not my style.”
Her fork paused and she looked up at him. “Then why did you order it?”
Gaelen looked around for the reason he’d ordered something completely devoid of nutrition. He spotted her coming out of the kitchen, but instead of walking towards the back of the diner, she moved towards the front. The brunette was now helping the patrons here in the back. Apparently, the two waitresses had switched stations and he wondered why.
His eyes moved to look at Talia and, with a critical eye, he once again noticed his sister’s beauty. Her long, dark hair was spread out over her shoulders and her hazel eyes were perfectly enhanced with delicate makeup. For the first time, Gaelen realized that his sister was truly stunning!
She stopped, feeling his gaze and looked at him. “What’s wrong? Is there something on my face?” She dropped her cutlery and reached for her napkin. “Where is it?”
“There’s nothing on your face,” he told her softly. “I just realized for the first time that you’re pretty.”
There was a loud crash and Gaelen looked around. Savannah had dropped a plate? That was odd, he thought. She was so efficient. He watched with confusion as she hurriedly picked up the pieces of the plate, stacking the smaller pieces on top of the larger ones. The other waitress rushed over with a broom, efficiently sweeping up the food. A flash later, both women disappeared into the kitchen.
“What the hell?” he grumbled, worried now. Was Savannah’s head bothering her? Was she okay? Had she eaten anything before coming into work this morning?
“Hey!” Talia called out, snapping her fingers in front of his face. “Earth to big brother!”
He sighed with irritation. “What do you want?”
“Advice,” she told him, laying her knife and fork down on the side of her plate, only half of the French toast eaten. She stole his coffee cup, cradling it in her hands. “But I need you to promise you won’t get angry first.”
He stiffened, frowning at her.
“Men,” she announced.
Gaelen stared at her, his mind unable to understand what she was talking about. Men? She wanted advice on men?
And then it hit him. “What men? What are you doing with men that you need advice about?”
She smiled and