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cheerleaders,” said Herb.
Cole came back with, “yeah, but cheerleaders have something against you.”
“You never know,” Herb countered. “Don’t underestimate the power of chocolate raspberry soufflé.”
Morgan couldn’t help remembering the red velvet cupcakes. His glance went to Amelia again. She was back at the frat boys’ table. But this time, she had a tray laden with drinks, so she wasn’t as nimble. The frat boy who had reached for her was moving way too close. He deliberately brushed her forearm with his shoulder.
Morgan rose from his chair, maneuvering around the other tables until he came to Amelia.
“Sorry to interrupt.” He spoke loud enough for the grabby frat boy to overhear. “But what time are you coming home tonight?”
Amelia blinked at him in confusion. “Ah, I get off around midnight.”
Morgan glanced at Frat Boy, then back to Amelia. “Sounds good. I’ll pick you up then.”
Like she had done to him, he gave her a light squeeze on the shoulder. Then he gave Frat Boy one final warning look. “Have a good shift.”
o o o o
To Amelia’s surprise, Morgan was waiting in the parking lot when her shift ended. He rose from the driver’s seat, standing beside his Aston Martin to wave her over. She gave a quick goodbye to the other two waitresses who took the bus and made her way to his car.
“You shouldn’t have stayed,” she breathed. “I thought you were joking.”
“I promised you a ride.”
“I know. But that was a ruse. I got what you were doing.”
And he’d done it so deftly. She couldn’t help being impressed. He’d used brains rather than brawn to shut the annoying customer down, ensuring there was no argument or confrontation. It hadn’t even impacted her tip.
Morgan rounded the hood to open the passenger side door. “He was a little jerk.”
“Unfortunately, guys like him are an occupational hazard.”
“Doesn’t the manager help?”
“He will if I ask. But you learn to spot who’s going to cross the line.” She lowered herself on to the seat, swinging her legs inside. It was a treat not to have to wait for the bus and then trudge two blocks uphill to her condo in high heels.
“Do you mind that I intervened?” Morgan asked.
She reflexively smiled at that, and their eyes met. “Not at all. You were perfect.”
He held her gaze for a moment , something shifting in the depths of his blue eyes, arcing awareness between them. His tone went husky. “I’m glad I was there.”
She wanted to capture the feeling, hang on to the emotion, push it, explore it, see where on earth it might lead. But she knew that was a silly idea. He was a genius with a plum job, while she was a waitress. They were about as different from each other as you could get.
“They gave me a good tip,” she said instead, turning her attention to the seat belt.
“That was the very least they owed you,” Morgan said as he pushed the door closed.
“I could have easily taken the bus,” she pointed out as he entered from the other side.
“ I didn’t want to disappoint you.” He reached forward to turn the key.
Her gaze rested on his profile , and she couldn’t help thinking that with a makeover he could be a leading man. “You’ve never disappointed me, Morgan.”
“Good to hear.” He pulled straight ahead, crossing the empty parking lot. “Are you working tomorrow?”
“Saturday? Yes.” She nodded. “Busiest night of the week, as you can imagine. I’ve got Monday and Tuesday off next week. I’m going into LA. There are three open auditions on Monday.”
She was a little excited , a little scared.
“What are the parts?” he asked conversationally.
“ Two are commercials, shampoo and off-road vehicles. But the third is a small part in a couple of sitcom episodes. And those can always turns into more. For example, if the audience responds well to a character, they’ll generally extend the storyline.”
“Did you go to any auditions this week?” he
Cole came back with, “yeah, but cheerleaders have something against you.”
“You never know,” Herb countered. “Don’t underestimate the power of chocolate raspberry soufflé.”
Morgan couldn’t help remembering the red velvet cupcakes. His glance went to Amelia again. She was back at the frat boys’ table. But this time, she had a tray laden with drinks, so she wasn’t as nimble. The frat boy who had reached for her was moving way too close. He deliberately brushed her forearm with his shoulder.
Morgan rose from his chair, maneuvering around the other tables until he came to Amelia.
“Sorry to interrupt.” He spoke loud enough for the grabby frat boy to overhear. “But what time are you coming home tonight?”
Amelia blinked at him in confusion. “Ah, I get off around midnight.”
Morgan glanced at Frat Boy, then back to Amelia. “Sounds good. I’ll pick you up then.”
Like she had done to him, he gave her a light squeeze on the shoulder. Then he gave Frat Boy one final warning look. “Have a good shift.”
o o o o
To Amelia’s surprise, Morgan was waiting in the parking lot when her shift ended. He rose from the driver’s seat, standing beside his Aston Martin to wave her over. She gave a quick goodbye to the other two waitresses who took the bus and made her way to his car.
“You shouldn’t have stayed,” she breathed. “I thought you were joking.”
“I promised you a ride.”
“I know. But that was a ruse. I got what you were doing.”
And he’d done it so deftly. She couldn’t help being impressed. He’d used brains rather than brawn to shut the annoying customer down, ensuring there was no argument or confrontation. It hadn’t even impacted her tip.
Morgan rounded the hood to open the passenger side door. “He was a little jerk.”
“Unfortunately, guys like him are an occupational hazard.”
“Doesn’t the manager help?”
“He will if I ask. But you learn to spot who’s going to cross the line.” She lowered herself on to the seat, swinging her legs inside. It was a treat not to have to wait for the bus and then trudge two blocks uphill to her condo in high heels.
“Do you mind that I intervened?” Morgan asked.
She reflexively smiled at that, and their eyes met. “Not at all. You were perfect.”
He held her gaze for a moment , something shifting in the depths of his blue eyes, arcing awareness between them. His tone went husky. “I’m glad I was there.”
She wanted to capture the feeling, hang on to the emotion, push it, explore it, see where on earth it might lead. But she knew that was a silly idea. He was a genius with a plum job, while she was a waitress. They were about as different from each other as you could get.
“They gave me a good tip,” she said instead, turning her attention to the seat belt.
“That was the very least they owed you,” Morgan said as he pushed the door closed.
“I could have easily taken the bus,” she pointed out as he entered from the other side.
“ I didn’t want to disappoint you.” He reached forward to turn the key.
Her gaze rested on his profile , and she couldn’t help thinking that with a makeover he could be a leading man. “You’ve never disappointed me, Morgan.”
“Good to hear.” He pulled straight ahead, crossing the empty parking lot. “Are you working tomorrow?”
“Saturday? Yes.” She nodded. “Busiest night of the week, as you can imagine. I’ve got Monday and Tuesday off next week. I’m going into LA. There are three open auditions on Monday.”
She was a little excited , a little scared.
“What are the parts?” he asked conversationally.
“ Two are commercials, shampoo and off-road vehicles. But the third is a small part in a couple of sitcom episodes. And those can always turns into more. For example, if the audience responds well to a character, they’ll generally extend the storyline.”
“Did you go to any auditions this week?” he
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