Read Online Carved in Stone by Donna McDonald - Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Donna McDonald
Ads: Link
the other restaurant patrons who had overheard his flirting. Then he picked up half his sandwich.
“Business has certainly picked up in here,” he said, biting into the sandwich.
Jessica nodded and smiled again.
“Nice work drawing them in,” Will said, taking another bite as he continued to hold her gaze.
Jessica shrugged. “The food is excellent. Now that people know about it, they’ll all be back.”
Will nodded and took another bite. “Yes, the food is excellent. The service is great. I come back because I also like the kind of people who hang out here.”
Jessica grinned and looked at table nearby with six women all in their seventies and eighties. They were all eating chicken salad.
“You into picking up older women? This place is crawling with those kinds of babes,” she told him.
Will laughed, a genuine belly laugh. “Not really, but I got picked up here one day myself. I think the woman was a bit younger. I never got to find out her age. She was incredibly hot. I wouldn’t mind running into her again.”
Jessica laughed and slid out of the booth. “I think I know who you’re talking about. If I see her drop by again, I’ll let you know. She picks up men in here all the time.”
Will shrugged and narrowed his gaze at her. “Maybe I’m the guy she’s been looking for so hard.”
“Doubtful,” Jessica said, smiling. “If she doesn’t show up though, I might come back and join you when my shift ends.”
Will grinned and bit into a pickle, watching her face as he chewed.
“Sure,” he said finally. “I got nothing better to do today than hang around and wait for you.”
Jessica giggled and walked back to the kitchen, smacking Melanie on the arm and making Brent grin.
“That was so not fair of you. He flirted with me, and now I have go back out there and spend time with him. Where’s my lunch? I’m taking my break early,” Jessica informed the now laughing woman.
Melanie handed her a plate of chicken salad. “Can you at least refill drinks first?”
Jessica rolled her eyes as Brent laughed.
“You’re a slave driver. I don’t think I could ever work for you full time,” Jessica grumbled, but grinned.
Melanie shrugged, returning the grin. “Will drinks unsweetened tea with his lunch.”
“Like I care?” Jessica asked.
“He’s a customer, Jessica,” Melanie said on a laugh. “He needs his drink refilled too.”
Jessica frowned, realizing she’d been caught overreacting. “Fine. Unsweetened tea. Got it.”
When she left the kitchen, Brent shook his head at this wife. “I still don’t believe the stool thing.”
“Just wait until you see them together,” Melanie said, running a hand over the very nice, very firm muscles in Brent’s upper arm. “There’s chemistry there—just like Mr. Larson said.”
“Chemistry, huh,” Brent said, dipping his mouth to his wife’s for a quick taste of her sweetness, which went all the way to the bone. “I bet they don’t have as much as we do.”
Melanie let her hand drop and sweep across his hip, over a very well-rounded rear. Her husband was very well-formed for a man, and his body still delighted her even after seven years. “Maybe not, but they have something going on. You have to see it to believe it.”
Brent turned and swept his wife into his arms, pulling her hips to his and showing her just how much chemistry was still there between them.
“I’m so glad we close early on Saturdays,” Melanie said, using her hands to pull his hips to hers for a brief moment of bliss. Then she slowly pushed off him and sighed.
Brent grinned wickedly and went back to filling the orders.
Jessica took her plate to Will’s booth, put it on the table, and then left again without speaking. She couldn’t help noticing that Will did nothing but grin.
She walked around the café refilling drinks, talking to people she knew, and then finally brought a glass of tea to the booth when she returned to Will.
Digging into her
“Business has certainly picked up in here,” he said, biting into the sandwich.
Jessica nodded and smiled again.
“Nice work drawing them in,” Will said, taking another bite as he continued to hold her gaze.
Jessica shrugged. “The food is excellent. Now that people know about it, they’ll all be back.”
Will nodded and took another bite. “Yes, the food is excellent. The service is great. I come back because I also like the kind of people who hang out here.”
Jessica grinned and looked at table nearby with six women all in their seventies and eighties. They were all eating chicken salad.
“You into picking up older women? This place is crawling with those kinds of babes,” she told him.
Will laughed, a genuine belly laugh. “Not really, but I got picked up here one day myself. I think the woman was a bit younger. I never got to find out her age. She was incredibly hot. I wouldn’t mind running into her again.”
Jessica laughed and slid out of the booth. “I think I know who you’re talking about. If I see her drop by again, I’ll let you know. She picks up men in here all the time.”
Will shrugged and narrowed his gaze at her. “Maybe I’m the guy she’s been looking for so hard.”
“Doubtful,” Jessica said, smiling. “If she doesn’t show up though, I might come back and join you when my shift ends.”
Will grinned and bit into a pickle, watching her face as he chewed.
“Sure,” he said finally. “I got nothing better to do today than hang around and wait for you.”
Jessica giggled and walked back to the kitchen, smacking Melanie on the arm and making Brent grin.
“That was so not fair of you. He flirted with me, and now I have go back out there and spend time with him. Where’s my lunch? I’m taking my break early,” Jessica informed the now laughing woman.
Melanie handed her a plate of chicken salad. “Can you at least refill drinks first?”
Jessica rolled her eyes as Brent laughed.
“You’re a slave driver. I don’t think I could ever work for you full time,” Jessica grumbled, but grinned.
Melanie shrugged, returning the grin. “Will drinks unsweetened tea with his lunch.”
“Like I care?” Jessica asked.
“He’s a customer, Jessica,” Melanie said on a laugh. “He needs his drink refilled too.”
Jessica frowned, realizing she’d been caught overreacting. “Fine. Unsweetened tea. Got it.”
When she left the kitchen, Brent shook his head at this wife. “I still don’t believe the stool thing.”
“Just wait until you see them together,” Melanie said, running a hand over the very nice, very firm muscles in Brent’s upper arm. “There’s chemistry there—just like Mr. Larson said.”
“Chemistry, huh,” Brent said, dipping his mouth to his wife’s for a quick taste of her sweetness, which went all the way to the bone. “I bet they don’t have as much as we do.”
Melanie let her hand drop and sweep across his hip, over a very well-rounded rear. Her husband was very well-formed for a man, and his body still delighted her even after seven years. “Maybe not, but they have something going on. You have to see it to believe it.”
Brent turned and swept his wife into his arms, pulling her hips to his and showing her just how much chemistry was still there between them.
“I’m so glad we close early on Saturdays,” Melanie said, using her hands to pull his hips to hers for a brief moment of bliss. Then she slowly pushed off him and sighed.
Brent grinned wickedly and went back to filling the orders.
Jessica took her plate to Will’s booth, put it on the table, and then left again without speaking. She couldn’t help noticing that Will did nothing but grin.
She walked around the café refilling drinks, talking to people she knew, and then finally brought a glass of tea to the booth when she returned to Will.
Digging into her
Similar Books
