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stat–ed Lanes. I never thought that would happen.”
January walked up to them. “So the trick is to make up some stuff, and then have her check it later.” With her index finger, she patted her temple. “Got it.”
“It could be true … then again, it might not be.” Devon hunched his shoulders. “Fun of the game.”
“So, are we invited to this little breakfast soiree?” January grabbed a banana off the fruit basket in the center of the table. “Because I’m taking the banana.”
Her tone suggested that if he crossed her, he’d end up buried in a shallow grave.
“Of course.” He turned to the broad shouldered man in the chef’s hat. “This is Mike from Kerby Lane. He’s here to make whatever you want. The entertainment should be here soon.”
Seth Charming had some serious humiliation coming. After last night, it was a miracle that Devon had let him live.
“Entertainment?” Laney stepped back weary.
He patted her arm. “No, it’s okay. The rookie who convinced me that last night’s provocative dinner theater was a good idea has graciously offered to do his own interpretive dance for us. He’ll be wearing a grass skirt and a coconut bra.” He leaned down and whispered. “He assured me that his clothes will be on the whole time and that no food will be thrown.”
“Too bad.” She smiled up at him. “I really like Parmesan cheese.”
How could he not smile? She was so damn good for him.
He pulled the chair out for her and then seated her teammates. Manners were important. If his mother had taught him anything, it was that.
“So ladies, what will it be?” He glanced at Laney as he pulled a small notebook out of the waistband of his shorts and a pencil from behind his ear. He hadn’t been able to find a server on this short notice, and the only reason he’d secured Mike was that he promised a huge tip and tickets on the fifty for the next three home games.
“I’ll take some gingerbread pancakes, an omelet with ham, bacon, sausage, and whatever veggies you have, some biscuits and gravy, and a side of bacon.” Laney grinned sheepishly. “You should know, I like to eat.”
Thank God. He would have thrown his hands heavenward and genuflected, but he was all about convincing Laney that he was sane. Back at camp, she’d been able to put away seventeen waffles. It had been pretty amazing to watch.
“You’re in for a treat.” January peeled her pilfered banana. “Lanes can eat … a lot. Like more than two grown men. Don’t get me wrong, I can put away some food, but she’s a champion.”
“And never gains an ounce.” Nina helped herself to an apple from the bowl. “She’s one of the few people who was able to finish the ten pound steak at the Lone Star Tavern—”
“Hey, if I finished it, I didn’t have to pay for it.” Laney crossed her legs at the ankle and relaxed back in her chair. “In medical school, money was tight so I’d eat anywhere they offered free food. If I had to eat ten pounds of meat to get it for free that was even better.”
Hadn’t her parents helped with college? He guessed not because she’d mentioned being a massage therapist last night to pay for college. He liked that about her. She earned her own way. Independence was sexy. And she smelled so damn good. Would it be too obvious if he leaned over and sucked in a deep drag?
“My momma’s going to love you.” Devon nodded as he wrote down her order. “Once she ate six barbecue chickens on a dare.”
January smacked her lips. “Yum … that sounds good.”
“My little gluttons, don’t forget we’re swimming tomorrow morning. I don’t want you all to sink. Let’s keep it under five billion calories today.” Charisma, their coach if he remembered correctly used the same tone Grace used when talking to her children.
Devon took everyone’s order, gave it to the chef, returned to the table, and sat down next to Laney. “So what are you doing tomorrow night? I thought I’d go
January walked up to them. “So the trick is to make up some stuff, and then have her check it later.” With her index finger, she patted her temple. “Got it.”
“It could be true … then again, it might not be.” Devon hunched his shoulders. “Fun of the game.”
“So, are we invited to this little breakfast soiree?” January grabbed a banana off the fruit basket in the center of the table. “Because I’m taking the banana.”
Her tone suggested that if he crossed her, he’d end up buried in a shallow grave.
“Of course.” He turned to the broad shouldered man in the chef’s hat. “This is Mike from Kerby Lane. He’s here to make whatever you want. The entertainment should be here soon.”
Seth Charming had some serious humiliation coming. After last night, it was a miracle that Devon had let him live.
“Entertainment?” Laney stepped back weary.
He patted her arm. “No, it’s okay. The rookie who convinced me that last night’s provocative dinner theater was a good idea has graciously offered to do his own interpretive dance for us. He’ll be wearing a grass skirt and a coconut bra.” He leaned down and whispered. “He assured me that his clothes will be on the whole time and that no food will be thrown.”
“Too bad.” She smiled up at him. “I really like Parmesan cheese.”
How could he not smile? She was so damn good for him.
He pulled the chair out for her and then seated her teammates. Manners were important. If his mother had taught him anything, it was that.
“So ladies, what will it be?” He glanced at Laney as he pulled a small notebook out of the waistband of his shorts and a pencil from behind his ear. He hadn’t been able to find a server on this short notice, and the only reason he’d secured Mike was that he promised a huge tip and tickets on the fifty for the next three home games.
“I’ll take some gingerbread pancakes, an omelet with ham, bacon, sausage, and whatever veggies you have, some biscuits and gravy, and a side of bacon.” Laney grinned sheepishly. “You should know, I like to eat.”
Thank God. He would have thrown his hands heavenward and genuflected, but he was all about convincing Laney that he was sane. Back at camp, she’d been able to put away seventeen waffles. It had been pretty amazing to watch.
“You’re in for a treat.” January peeled her pilfered banana. “Lanes can eat … a lot. Like more than two grown men. Don’t get me wrong, I can put away some food, but she’s a champion.”
“And never gains an ounce.” Nina helped herself to an apple from the bowl. “She’s one of the few people who was able to finish the ten pound steak at the Lone Star Tavern—”
“Hey, if I finished it, I didn’t have to pay for it.” Laney crossed her legs at the ankle and relaxed back in her chair. “In medical school, money was tight so I’d eat anywhere they offered free food. If I had to eat ten pounds of meat to get it for free that was even better.”
Hadn’t her parents helped with college? He guessed not because she’d mentioned being a massage therapist last night to pay for college. He liked that about her. She earned her own way. Independence was sexy. And she smelled so damn good. Would it be too obvious if he leaned over and sucked in a deep drag?
“My momma’s going to love you.” Devon nodded as he wrote down her order. “Once she ate six barbecue chickens on a dare.”
January smacked her lips. “Yum … that sounds good.”
“My little gluttons, don’t forget we’re swimming tomorrow morning. I don’t want you all to sink. Let’s keep it under five billion calories today.” Charisma, their coach if he remembered correctly used the same tone Grace used when talking to her children.
Devon took everyone’s order, gave it to the chef, returned to the table, and sat down next to Laney. “So what are you doing tomorrow night? I thought I’d go
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