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out of his element.
Each plate he put down, it was with such force, I thought the plates were going to crack one by one.
Then he looked over his shoulder and realized I had followed him.
“Hey, darling,” he said.
He lunged for me, his left hand swooping to my back, pulling me close for a kiss.
He smelled like bacon grease and coffee.
So sexy to see the bad boy rock star waiting tables.
Silas tuned back to the table. “Are you pretty ladies okay? Need anything?”
“Oh, honey, if I told you what I need, you’d blush,” Kathleen said.
She batted her blue eyes at Silas and I curled my lip.
Maybe it was time for me to warn Silas that Kathleen had gotten in trouble for setting her neighbor’s yard on fire because she didn’t like the kind of flowers they were growing.
I still remained quiet.
Silas took my hand and hurried me to the counter.
“You need to get something to eat and drink, Mila,” he said.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“Edith needed help,” he said. “Coffee? Juice? Both? Okay.”
“Silas…”
He took off away from the counter.
Silas returned with coffee and orange juice for me.
The kitchen door swung open and Ma stood there with a plate in each hand.
“Silas, didn’t you hear me?” Ma snapped.
“No,” Silas said. “Sorry.”
“Take these to Seven,” Ma said. She looked at me. “Hey, Mila. Good morning. Thanks for answering your phone.”
“Uh…”
“Take it easy on her, Theresa,” Silas said. “She needs something to eat. The baby is hungry.”
“Right,” Ma said. “I’ll get her something to eat. Take these plates.”
Ma disappeared.
Silas stood behind the counter holding the plates.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Where the hell is Table Seven?” Silas asked.
I smiled and pointed.
“Got it,” he said.
“I can help, Silas.”
“Nope,” he said. “You’re working hard enough.”
“I’m just sitting here. And I just slept almost-”
Silas stopped right behind me. “You’re growing a human. Twenty-four-seven. Sit and relax for a second.”
He kissed the top of my head.
I blushed.
Okay, now he was just trying to spoil me.
And I kind of liked it.
Silas hurried away and Edith came from the kitchen.
“There you are,” she said.
“I’m so sorry, Edith. I had no idea…”
“No big deal,” she said. “We’ve got Silas here. He’s got zero experience, no customer service, and I think your mother wants to slap him. It’s working perfectly.”
I laughed. “Where is everyone?”
“Well,” Edith said as she slid me a bowl of sugar packets. “Claire called me this morning to say someone called her about an art project. She was too excited to give me any details. I have no idea what kind of artists work out deals overnight, but whatever. Then poor Olivia called me this morning. She sounded like hell.”
“Like hell? Is she okay?”
“Yeah. Just morning sickness. I could hear it in her voice she wasn’t feeling it at all. I told her to stay home. I didn’t mean to call you… I mean, I did. I was going to see how you were feeling. If you weren’t sick…”
“Oh, Edith, I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, well, you know what I think?”
“What?”
Edith grinned. “I think you women need to work out your opening-your-legs schedule. Too much pregnancy at once.”
She winked
I caught myself blushing and looking down into my coffee cup.
What I wanted to tell Edith was… good luck.
When I was near Silas, there was no controlling my legs opening.
Chapter Twenty-Two
SILAS
The table numbers threw me off.
Carrying plates threw me off.
Balancing a tray threw me off.
And just when I thought maybe I was getting the hang of things, I carried a pot of coffee to a table and refilled some old man’s coffee only to have him look at me and ask, “Is that decaf?”
I froze and had no fucking idea.
“It’s not decaf,” the old man said. “It doesn’t have the orange ring on it.”
“Oh, damn, sorry,” I said.
He slid his cup toward me.
Who in the hell drinks decaf coffee anyway?
“Can’t have caffeine,” the old man said. “It’ll make my ticker get jumpy. The only time I want my heart to blow out from excitement is if a pretty woman is on top of me.”
The old man winked at me.
I laughed. “That’s a hell of a way to go, sir.”
“Damn right it is,” he said.
I took his coffee cup and shook my head as I walked behind the counter.
“What’s wrong?” Mila called out to me.
I held up the coffee cup. “Gave regular coffee to a decaf person.”
“Oh, yeah, you have to be careful there with that.”
Mila smirked and scooped a forkful of scrambled eggs.