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just had to hold it together a few more minutes and she and Ross would be out of here and they could make sure to avoid Spencer in the future. That should be a heck of a lot easier to do now that they weren’t forced into the same classroom every day.
“Like you give a shit,” Ross said, brow furrowing as he met the other man’s eyes. “Now, get out of my way. Because if you touch me again, we’re going to have a problem.”
Spencer and his friend laughed, but Ross didn’t flinch and finally, after a long moment, Spencer shifted to lean against the bar. “Fine. Play it how you want, Ugly. But you might be surprised what I give a shit about.”
“The only thing that would surprise me is if I woke up tomorrow and you weren’t an asshole,” Ross said, holding out his hand. “Come on, Elodie.”
Elodie slipped past Spencer, her heart in her throat, but doing her best not to show it. She and Ross were several feet away from Spencer and her shoulders were starting to relax away from her ears, when the creep called out her name.
“See you later, Elodie,” he said, the edge in his voice making her jaw clench even before he added in a meaner tone, “You smell real nice now, girl. Let me know if you get tired of Ugly and want a real man to show you a good time.”
Elodie froze, her hand slipping from Ross’s as she turned to face Spencer. “I have a real man,” she said, meeting his eyes and refusing to look away. “But if I suddenly lose all common sense and self-respect and decide I’d like to sleep with the human personification of a wet fart, I’ll let you know.”
She took half a second to enjoy the stunned expression on Spencer’s face before she reclaimed Ross’s hand and started toward the door. On the way out, Tulsi gave her a thumbs-up and Mia smiled at her with warmth that hadn’t been in her eyes before. But as much as Elodie wanted Ross’s friends to like her, all she really cared about was the man himself.
“I’m sorry,” she said as they emerged onto the sidewalk.
“What in the world are you sorry for?” he asked, laughing. “That asshole deserved that and worse. I’d rather sleep with a wet fart than Spencer. Two wet farts. I’d rather have a wet fart ménage.”
“Me too. I’m not sorry for that.” She giggled as she waved a dismissive hand through the air. “I’m just sorry you had to get involved. I should have handled it.”
Ross stopped, turning to face her as he captured both of her hands in his. “I didn’t have to get involved, I wanted to get involved. I’m not just interested in the good times, El. I’m there whenever you need me.”
Elodie smiled, her heart lifting and the last of the black hole in her chest fading away. “Me too. And I’m going to help you make Ross’s Place the busiest restaurant in town. And when Spencer calls for a reservation, our tables will always be filled.”
Ross laughed. “From your lips to the restaurant god’s ears.”
And for the rest of the night, it seemed like the restaurant god was listening. Things were a little slow from five to six o’clock, but by six thirty Ross’s Place was packed and stayed that way until closing at nine p.m. Everyone seemed to be enjoying the food, the service, and the new chocolate lava cake Ross had added to the menu.
After the last of the dishes were washed and put away, Ross and Elodie celebrated with sparkling grape juice, toasting the bright future, neither of them having any idea that their night of success wasn’t the beginning of a good thing, but the calm before the storm.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ross
“The Roadkill Café—Bringing Old Friends Together Again”
Judging from the title of the article and the vibrant color pictures of Elodie’s taxidermied possums and raccoons dressed as famous heroines from history and Ross grinning with his friends from the highway department in front of a twelve-point buck, the article seemed like a positive PR piece,
“Like you give a shit,” Ross said, brow furrowing as he met the other man’s eyes. “Now, get out of my way. Because if you touch me again, we’re going to have a problem.”
Spencer and his friend laughed, but Ross didn’t flinch and finally, after a long moment, Spencer shifted to lean against the bar. “Fine. Play it how you want, Ugly. But you might be surprised what I give a shit about.”
“The only thing that would surprise me is if I woke up tomorrow and you weren’t an asshole,” Ross said, holding out his hand. “Come on, Elodie.”
Elodie slipped past Spencer, her heart in her throat, but doing her best not to show it. She and Ross were several feet away from Spencer and her shoulders were starting to relax away from her ears, when the creep called out her name.
“See you later, Elodie,” he said, the edge in his voice making her jaw clench even before he added in a meaner tone, “You smell real nice now, girl. Let me know if you get tired of Ugly and want a real man to show you a good time.”
Elodie froze, her hand slipping from Ross’s as she turned to face Spencer. “I have a real man,” she said, meeting his eyes and refusing to look away. “But if I suddenly lose all common sense and self-respect and decide I’d like to sleep with the human personification of a wet fart, I’ll let you know.”
She took half a second to enjoy the stunned expression on Spencer’s face before she reclaimed Ross’s hand and started toward the door. On the way out, Tulsi gave her a thumbs-up and Mia smiled at her with warmth that hadn’t been in her eyes before. But as much as Elodie wanted Ross’s friends to like her, all she really cared about was the man himself.
“I’m sorry,” she said as they emerged onto the sidewalk.
“What in the world are you sorry for?” he asked, laughing. “That asshole deserved that and worse. I’d rather sleep with a wet fart than Spencer. Two wet farts. I’d rather have a wet fart ménage.”
“Me too. I’m not sorry for that.” She giggled as she waved a dismissive hand through the air. “I’m just sorry you had to get involved. I should have handled it.”
Ross stopped, turning to face her as he captured both of her hands in his. “I didn’t have to get involved, I wanted to get involved. I’m not just interested in the good times, El. I’m there whenever you need me.”
Elodie smiled, her heart lifting and the last of the black hole in her chest fading away. “Me too. And I’m going to help you make Ross’s Place the busiest restaurant in town. And when Spencer calls for a reservation, our tables will always be filled.”
Ross laughed. “From your lips to the restaurant god’s ears.”
And for the rest of the night, it seemed like the restaurant god was listening. Things were a little slow from five to six o’clock, but by six thirty Ross’s Place was packed and stayed that way until closing at nine p.m. Everyone seemed to be enjoying the food, the service, and the new chocolate lava cake Ross had added to the menu.
After the last of the dishes were washed and put away, Ross and Elodie celebrated with sparkling grape juice, toasting the bright future, neither of them having any idea that their night of success wasn’t the beginning of a good thing, but the calm before the storm.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ross
“The Roadkill Café—Bringing Old Friends Together Again”
Judging from the title of the article and the vibrant color pictures of Elodie’s taxidermied possums and raccoons dressed as famous heroines from history and Ross grinning with his friends from the highway department in front of a twelve-point buck, the article seemed like a positive PR piece,
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