the asswipe couldn’t hear. Swiveling on her stool, she got up to go to a cooler along the wall. Sliding the glass open, she took out two sodas before coming back and placing one in front of him.
“Any water in there? I don’t drink soda.” Reaper pressed down on his feet, preparing to rise, when he heard a snort from the asswipe.
“Don’t have any fucking bottles of water.” Turning from the grill, Marty took a dull and cloudy plastic glass on a shelf before going to the sink and filling the glass with tap water. “Ocean has enough shit in it; don’t need more fucking water bottles.”
Reaper opened the can of soda as Marty went back to the grill and started flipping the burgers before dropping the fries in the fryer.
Reaper jerked his head to the side when he heard Ginny’s muffled laughter. “What’s so funny?”
She lowered her hand. “You are. He loves bugging his customers. You’re making his day.”
“It’s going be his last day if he doesn’t stop.”
“Boy, you couldn’t take me down with my hands tied behind my back.” Marty reached under the grill to take out two white bags, snapping each open.
Reaper watched as he put the buns on the grill to warm them, then started putting them together with the patties. His movements were quick and efficient as other customers started coming through the door.
“We made it just before the lunch rush hit,” Ginny enthused as the customers ordered, then went outside to wait for their numbers to be called to make room for others entering.
“Yippee. How come it’s called Dirty Dan’s instead of Marty’s?”
Ginny’s eyes almost bugged out of her head at his question. “Ixnay on asking …” Ginny tried to frantically call him off by waving a hand at her throat.
Smirking, Reaper ignored her. “The first owner die of food poisoning?”
It was one of the biggest mistakes of his life.
“I fucking wish.” Marty slammed the cash register closed, sending a customer hurrying out the door like a scalded cat.
“Dan is my ex-partner. Son of a bitch is the fucking reason I’m here flipping burgers instead of enjoying my retirement in the Bahamas.” Slamming more burgers on the sizzling grill, he continued his tirade. “Fuckhead stole forty grand from me and my wife. I hope his fucking dick rots off. Then my fucking cheating twat of a wife stole every last dime in the bank. Bitch even took my coin collection. I hope those tits I bought her shrink down to nuggets. Fucking bitch ….”
“I should have warned you not to mention Dan’s name,” Ginny whispered from out of the corner of her mouth.
Reaper glared at her as the profanity escalated from the grill.
“I’ll have to work another motherfucking twenty years before I can retire now.”
Ginny gave Marty an apologetic smile as he plopped two bags in front of them. With a thick hand, he then reached out to slide the ketchup and mustard bottles closer to them.
“Thank you, Marty. I’m sure Christy regrets her decision to leave you.”
Reaper nearly gagged at the sweetness coming off Ginny.
“I doubt it. The other three I married didn’t.”
The asswipe had found four women to marry him? The bastard had to have been loaded. It certainly wasn’t his looks or personality that had drawn them.
“Don’t choke on your thanks, fuckwad.”
Reaper tensed, bringing his hands to the counter to rise. His was going to break every bone in the asswipe’s body.
A firm hand on his thigh stopped him cold.
“Gavin’s just jetlagged. Our plane took off early this morning.” Ginny’s attempt to diffuse the situation had the anger draining out of him like pulling a plug in a sink.
“My bad.” Reaper planted his ass back down on the metal stool. “Thanks.”
Scowling at him from the other side of the counter, Marty heaved his hefty body back to his grill.
Removing her hand from his thigh, Ginny opened one of the bags as if nothing had happened, taking out a burger that resembled the size of a White Castle burger. Taking a bite, she scooted the other bag closer to him. “Eat up.”
He had no intention of touching the fucking food with a ten-foot pole.
“Trust me.” Taking a bite of her burger, she popped the top of the soda can. “Marty can be a little hard to take, but you’re going to love him as much as I do.”
“Doubtful.”
Reaper testily opened his bag, tilting it to look inside. The burgers were on the bottom of the bag, and Marty had dumped the fries