Chapter 8
Wren
I’ve eaten at Pancake House a million times and not once have I been treated like this. The hostess’s smile got big as hell as soon as we walked in. Two of the servers damn nearbreak their necks to speak as we walk to our table and now our server is getting the manager to speak to him. Meleck is fine. He’s handsome as hell and charming too but this is crazy. My curiosity has been piqued.
“Okay. What’s going on? And why does the manager need to come talk to you?” I ask as soon as she walks off to get the manager.
“I told you I came yesterday. The power went out and I fixed the breaker,” he says, as if that’s a common occurrence.
“So, you just go from place to place saving everyone with your electrical superpowers,” I tease.
“I just help whenever I can,” he says with so much endearing and sexy humility.
“In case you didn’t know, most people don’t have that quality,” I assure him.
“Nah, but I think they do. You have it,” he counters, to my surprise.
“You really believe that?” I question.
“You don’t? Not every sibling steps up to raise and take care of their little sister and most women don’t offer their attic apartments to random men.”
“Let’s be clear, it’s not to all men. Only cowboys who volunteer to save my life and my goat milk,” I tell him and smile, because he’s definitely not like most men. “My original business was my jams, but I started the soaps and they took off. The money I make from them is a major part of keeping our ranch. Losing my milk supply would have been a category five. You offered to save that and me, so yeah. The attic apartment is all yours,” I admit.
“You’re real talented,” he compliments while staring a hole through me, and again, I’m pretty sure I blush just like I did when he’d complimented my jam at breakfast.
Our server returns with a short man on her heels. As soon as he reaches the table, he reaches his hand out to shake Meleck’s. He accepts and they shake.
“Tia told me you were back. I just wanted to thank you again for yesterday and tell you that lunch is on us. Get whatever you two want.”
“You don’t have to do that,” Meleck insists.
“Nah man, I do,” he says, then turns to our server. “Whatever they order, give to the line to fire first and comp the ticket.”
“I will,” she says.
“And get dessert too,” the manager adds before walking off.
“Do you know what you want yet?” she asks. Because I eat here often I already have my order in mind so I nod and so does Meleck.
“I’ll have the smoked turkey melt with a bowl of the loaded potato soup,” I tell her, and to my surprise, he orders the same. “You copying me?” I tease.
“Nah. I had it yesterday and it was good,” he says.
“Dessert?” our server asks.
“I’m good,” he says.
However, I decide to get some of their donuts. They are homemade and Amara loves them. I order the small portion of three to-go. When she walks off, I turn my attention back to him.
“Let me find out you like what I like,” he says.
“If I do, is that a bad thing?”
“I don’t think anything between us would be a bad thing,” he says anddamn!
At his words, my mind goes to the most inappropriate place and Reece’s raunchy words ring in my head. He is definitely a threat to my coochie because I immediately picture him and me and nothing bad is in that image at all,nothing.
To calm my hot ass down, I take a sip of my sweet tea. It doesn’t work. Everything about today is at the forefront ofmy mind. We spent the entire morning together. He inserted himself into my routine and it wasn’t an interruption. He wasn’t in my way; he fit and I probably enjoyed it more than I should. I feel so comfortable with him after this short amount of time and this shit is crazy, like my damn thoughts.
