Northern Rebel Daring in the Dark - By Jennifer Labrecque Page 0,59
He idly wondered if they ever got up to pee.
Dwight shot him a sly glance. “That was some five minutes there.”
Delphi might be pissed if she’d heard, but she was asleep upstairs, so no harm, no foul. Lars grinned. “Yessir, it was.”
He pushed through the connecting door to the restaurant/bar next door. Gus’s, the only chow line in town, was hopping. But then again, as far as he could tell, Gus’s was always hopping.
Bull, Merrilee and Dirk were sharing a table to the right of the pick-up counter. Lars waved but went and put in his order first. He had no idea what Delphi liked to eat, but he liked the moose burger and fries, so he ordered two. If she didn’t like it, he’d eat hers, too.
He wandered over to his people’s table and dropped into the empty chair. He was damn tired and all he’d done was lie there this time around. But a man should never underestimate the energy required to hold on until his woman came.
Merrilee looked at him, laughter dancing in her eyes. “Lean forward, hon.” He leaned and she plucked a white feather from his hair, or what little hair he had. It was from the pillow.
“Napping?” She laughed at her own joke and Dirk grinned like an ass. Bull shot Lars a sympathetic look, but he, too, had a glimmer of amusement in his usually somber eyes.
“Yep. Picking up some chow and then I’m just going to lay low this afternoon.”
“Catching up on some...rest?” Dirk smirked.
Damn, now that Big D wasn’t moping, he was full of himself.
“Since I’m spending tomorrow with your sorry ass, I figured I better rest today.”
“How’s Delphi?” Merrilee asked. “I haven’t seen her today.”
“She’s fine. She’s resting, too.”
Merrilee smiled. “Rest does a body good. And I think that young lady needed to catch up on hers. You boys have an early flight tomorrow morning. Y’all are leaving at eight. We’ve got a plane down and we’re waiting on the part, so Dalton’s got a busy day. He’ll swing back by the camp and pick you up somewhere around seven.”
“That works,” Lars said.
A pretty little redheaded waitress, aptly named Ruby according to her nametag, brought over his to-go boxes and two longnecks.
“I put extra ketchup in the boxes,” Ruby said, smoothing a hand over her apron front. “Liam likes lots of ketchup with his fries. I thought, you being twins and all, you might, too.”
“Good call. I like ketchup even more than Liam does. Thanks.” Lars smiled at her and a blush swooshed over her fair skin.
“No problem,” she said and hurried away, her face now bright red.
Delphi’s compliments on his physique came to mind and then he blushed.
“Still killing the ladies,” Dirk said without a whit of envy.
“Yeah, well, someone’s got to uphold the family name. Liam’s taken and you’re doing a piss-poor job, so it’s all on me.” Poor sot. Dirk was so hung up on Natalie, he didn’t even see other women.
A man would have to be blind to miss how pretty Ruby was. Lars didn’t want to think what would happen if Natalie’s visit was a bust, or worse yet, she canceled on Dirk’s lovesick ass.
He pushed away from the table and stood. “Okay, I’m starving, so I’ll see you all later.” He pointed at Dirk. “And I will definitely see you at 0800.”
The pretty little waitress smiled at him shyly on his way out and he smiled back, but it was purely a smile of thanks. He guessed Dirk wasn’t the only poor sot too hung up on another woman to be interested in Ruby Red Breast.
He willingly admitted it—to himself—as he climbed the stairs. Hell, yeah, he was hung up on Delphi. He’d never been so taken with a woman before.
And obviously he’d lost a few brain cells in their back-to-back sexual exploits. Because if he was thinking with all his faculties, he’d slow himself down, dial himself back. However, not only did he not want to, he wasn’t too damn sure that he could.
He opened the bedroom door and despite him being quiet, Delphi rolled over as the door clicked closed. She smiled sleepily, her eyes at half-mast, her face glowing pink. She sat up, the sheet falling to her waist, leaving her rose-tipped breasts bare. She tugged the sheet back up.
“Do I smell food?”
“Moose burgers and fries.” He held them aloft like a trophy. “And a couple of brews.”