Kaz’s attention shifts to the woman. “As for your suit, we’ll exchange contact information, and I’ll replace it.”
I do a double take.Huh?
The woman frowns. “Why are you coming to her defense?”
Yeah, Kaz, why are you coming to my defense? I haven’t seen you in a year. Why on earth would you stick your neck out for me?
A flash of impatience sparks in his eyes. “Like I said, this ordeal isn’t her fault.” That low gravelly voice has been haunting my dreams.
Did he see what happened?
Hoity-toity suit lady flattens her lips. “Whose fault was it, then?”
Kaz points at the degenerate. “His.”
Oh, my savior.
“How dare you accuse me?”
There’s a holier than thou tone to the man’s voice.
What a fucking actor. A bad one at that.
“I’m not the one who bumped into that other waitress.” He shrugs. “That’s what happens when you’re not paying attention, unless this has to do with the fact our waitress is uncoordinated… or plain incompetent.”
Screw you, jackass.
Kaz glowers at the man, his jaw tight, and his mouth set into a harsh line.
The slimeball stares up at Kaz, defianceflashing from his beady eyes. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m simply telling the truth.”
“Funny how your truth is bent out of shape.”
“Are you accusing me of something I didn’t do?”
“You put your filthy hands on her without her consent.”
“That’s not what happened. You’re talking bullshit.”
“Why don’t we step outside so you can tell me exactly how things went down?” Kaz speaks in a low voice that drips with frost.
“Why? Because a big Neanderthal like yourself can only speak with his fists?”
Kaz takes a menacing step toward the man. The energy he gives off could incinerate all of New York.
The coward scoots back, banging into the table causing the drinks in the glasses to sway, right before his hand lands in his plate of food.
“Shit.” He snatches a napkin and wipes his hand, his furious gaze on me.
I smirk.
“Move,” a man says. “I pass.”
The crowd of patrons that’s assembled around us parts, and my toxic boss comes charging our way.
As if the situation couldn’t get worse.
He comes to a halt in front of us and places his hands at his waist.
