“I know,” she said this like it was a joke.
“Breakfast,” Luke cut in, clearly having other things to do and those did not include common niceties like introductions or hanging around listening to Dawn being a bitch.
“Um…” I was feeling funny about giving her my order.
“Coffee?” Luke cued me.
“Yes… a skinny caramel latte?” I asked, unsure.
His eyes moved to Dawn and so did mine. She’d lost her smug smile and looked peeved. It was pretty clear she didn’t feel like running out to get me a caramel latte.
“What else?” Luke asked, looking back to me.
“I don’t know. A scone, a muffin… something like that,” I felt tremendous pressure. Perhaps I should order plain fruit and unsweetened granola and ask them where I could do my morning yoga (though I didn’t practice yoga).
“Got that?” Luke asked Dawn, he was done and it was time to move on.
She nodded, grabbed her purse out of the drawer and skedaddled, walking like she was on a catwalk, one foot in front of the other, her ass swaying under the skirt of her expensive, tailored suit.
Bitch. I thought again, watching her go.
“No comparison,” Luke said after the door closed behind Dawn and I turned to him.
“Excuse me?”
“Dawn’s a man eater. You’re not. No comparison,” Luke answered and I didn’t know how to take that.
“Is that good?”
The half-smile came back.
“Most men prefer to do the eating.”
Holy f**king cow.
“Uncle Tex told me you were shot,” I blurted out, desperate to get off the subject of Just Plain Hot Guys eating anything.
“Yeah,” he replied.
“How’re you feeling?” I asked, although it was a stupid question. He looked healthy and fit, very healthy and fit.
“Alive,” he answered.
That kind of said it al .
“Wel , I’m glad for that,” I told him because I couldn’t think of anything better to say.
Before he could answer (not that he was going to answer), the door opened.
I turned and saw Lee and Marcus come in.
“Oh shit,” I muttered before I could stop myself.
Luke got close, I could feel his heat against my back.
I stood stock-stil .
Marcus’s eyes settled on me.