it.” She glanced at Kat and sighed. “Anything else?”
Kat scanned the menu with ravenous eyes. “Let’s see. You’re still serving breakfast, right?” Without waiting for an answer, Kat said, “I’ll have two eggs, sunny side up. With wheat toast, hash browns and sausage links.” While she continued looking at the menu, the waitress rolled her eyes and glanced Pete’s way, ready for his order, but Kat stopped him before he could open his mouth. “Do you have those silver-dollar-size pancakes?”
The waitress nodded, glanced at her watch and heaved out a sigh that blew her too-long bangs out of her face. Suddenly amused, Pete slung one arm over the back of the booth and watched with familiar interest.
Kat still had a hefty appetite. That obviously hadn’t changed in six years.
“Great,” Kat went on. “I’ll have those with blackberry syrup. Oh, and a bowl of fresh fruit if you have it. A tall glass of milk, too.” She looked toward Pete.
The waitress’s pen paused on the paper as she looked up. “Instead of the eggs?”
“No, with the eggs.”
The waitress glanced between them. “Is that for both of you?”
Pete fought back a smile and closed his menu. “Cheeseburger and fries for me.”
The waitress looked back at Kat with wide eyes, almost as if she assumed there’d be more, and when Kat only smiled and closed her own menu, the woman shook her head in dismay and finally headed for the kitchen.
It was a scene he’d witnessed before. He didn’t know where Kat put all that food on her slim five-foot-seven frame, but he figured she had to have some superhuman metabolism to burn off all those calories because it definitely didn’t show on that compact body of hers.
And yeah, now he knew exactly what her body felt like thanks to that little foray in the strip club’s back hall. How firm her breasts were, how tight her ass was, how hot she was between her thighs.
He shifted on the bench seat to release the sudden pressure in his jeans at just the memory. He’d had his hands on her back at Slade’s garage, but then he’d been too drugged up to notice the difference he’d clearly felt only a few minutes ago.
What else was different about her now?
He watched her carefully across the table. She sat still, her hands folded on the Formica, staring out the window across the room. She wasn’t looking at him, but she hadn’t been avoiding eye contact either, which was another major tip-off something was up. In the park she’d barely been able to look him in the eye.
He waited until the waitress brought their waters and two steaming cups of black coffee and then walked back into the kitchen before he leaned forward and placed his forearms on the table.
“That guy in the park wasn’t FBI.”
She looked his way with clear eyes. Clear and very focused dark brown eyes. “I know.”
“You see him before?”
She shook her head, lifted her water and took a sip. “No, but he knew plenty about you and me. CIA maybe?”
Pete reached for the cream. “I don’t know, but one thing’s for sure. Whoever he was, he definitely knew this guy Minyawi.”
Kat pursed her lips. “Yeah, but how did Busir and Minyawi know we were in Philadelphia? That was fast, even for Busir.”
Pete shrugged, stirred his coffee. “Maybe the guy in the park called him after you talked to Slade.”
Kat’s brow lowered. “Marty would not have turned me in. I refuse to believe that. Somehow the guy in the park knew Marty, which leads me to think he’s somehow connected through the government. But I’m sure Marty didn’t know what he was up to.”
Pete sat back with a frown, hating the way a quick stab of jealousy shot through his chest anytime she mentioned Martin Slade. Jesus, why did it bother him so much?
“I don’t think you can assume anything at this point,” he said. “Busir has obviously stayed under the radar all these years because he has high-powered contacts. You said yourself the SCA didn’t or wouldn’t get involved back when your supervisor went to talk to them. We slowed their guy down with the explosion at the garage, but they never lost our trail.”
He hesitated, then added, “The other guy, Minyawi. You recognize him?”
Kat shook her head. “I never got a good look at him. But there was something about his voice. I don’t know. It was familiar.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought, too. I’m pretty sure I’ve seen him before, I