Mason (Carter Brothers #2) - Lisa Helen Gray Page 0,74
open my mouth after taking a sip of my Coke and pause when a large man over at the podium raises his voice.
He’s large and mighty good looking. He’s holding two car seats, each holding a baby that looks around a few months old, both wrapped in pink and standing next to him is a beautiful woman with a bright red face trying to calm him down.
“This is ridiculous. It’s not like they’re going to run around and disturb people eating. They’re babies. They’ve already eaten and will be asleep for the next two and a half hours,’’ the scary large man snaps, his eyes looking down adoringly at his twin girls.
“Dante, come on, we can go somewhere else.’’
“No. This is discrimination. All I could see on the door was a no smoking sign. Nowhere on that door did it say no kids. If kids aren’t allowed in here they would have a sign. Like the smoking one stuck on the door outside. They’re treating us like we’re bringing our own food in. Dude, I haven’t, you can check my changing bag if you want,’’ he tells the bloke, not giving him a chance to talk.
“As if,’’ Mason mutters under his breath, so I turn back around to face him.
“I know. You’d think he’d give up and go somewhere else,’’ I agree.
“What? No way in hell babe. The dude is right. Why should he leave just because he’s got two girls on his arm? Hey you,’’ Mason shouts across to the bloke at the podium. I wish I got his name, so I could stop calling him ‘that bloke’.
“Yes sir?’’ the podium bloke replies.
“Does that mean my missus and I need to go?’’
“What? No. Our policy is strictly no kids. I’m sorry sir.’’
“Well then, we’ll have to go.’’
The bloke looks as confused as I do and he even looks around the table, then to my pregnant stomach.
“Sir, with all due respect, your girlfriend is pregnant, she doesn’t have a child.’’
“No need to be cocky,’’ the large man at the podium says, shuffling the car seats further up his arms.
“No but she’s a mom and has a baby with her, inside her. It’s just like their situation. Only difference is, their kids are in car seats and ours is in her stomach. It’s not even past nine, so technically the no kids rule is just something you’d prefer, nothing illegal. So why don’t you find them a seat, and if their kids start to be a disturbance, then get involved. Until then, do your job and find them a seat,’’ Mason snaps, sitting back in his chair. When he stood up is anyone’s guess. I’m too mortified and kind of turned on to even keep up. How he stood up for two kids rights is just...just sexy as hell. And no doubt he’d do the same if that was our little girl.
Everyone grunts their agreements and I duck my head, a little embarrassed to have so much attention on us.
“I like you kid,’’ the large bloke grins at Mason and Mason grins back. “Come on Kelly, we got steak to eat.’’
The blonde woman shakes her head, amusement showing on her face. If I had to guess, the woman was used to her bloke’s interactions. I give her a smile when she gives our table a glance and she gives me a soft smile back before following her bloke over to the table they’re being directed to.
“I cannot believe you just did that,’’ I whisper yell across the table to him. I’m also proud he got the podium dickhead to change his mind, but Mason doesn’t need anything more adding to his enormous ego.
“Believe it babe. I’m a fucking God,’’ he chuckles then breathes in when the food arrives at our table. “Ahh, about time, I’m starving,’’ he grins, giving me a wink and I shake my head and the waitress just gives me a small smile and a girly giggle. Now that her eyes are off my man, I’m actually glad we’ve got her as a waitress. She doesn’t seem hard headed like the others I’ve come to know when I’ve gone out to dinners with my parents.
We ate our dinner and dessert before leaving the fancy restaurant. After much discussion during our meal we both decided a KFC would have been much better. Just because a place is fancy and has high prices, doesn’t mean the place is high quality. Even the waitress who had waited on us gave us