“Of course,” he answered curtly, taking her elbow and once again willing his prick to calm the hell down.
He huffed and pushed through the door to the diner.
Holding it open for her with his free hand, Trask almost lost his mind. True to Jett’s speculation, they were met with a hearty dose of applause.
Thatkilled his hard-on from hell.
A mixed blessing.
“So, back to your assertion of taking life seriously,” Jett snickered, clearly enjoying her moment of notoriety. “Where would the fun be in that?”
She got a spark in her eye that had him tensing. What was she?—?
Turning adroitly, Jett reached up, grabbed his clean-shaven chin, pulled his head down, and planted a firm kiss on his lips.
Whistles and catcalls erupted amongst the diners.
Trask floundered.
What the hell…?
An order for everyone to cease and desist was just about to spring to his tongue, when Jett interceded.
Before he got himself in hot water, she executed an impromptu pirouette, followed by a deep curtsy. She then grabbed his hand, making a shushing noise under her breath as if she knew exactly what he was going to say, and like a reigning queen, gave that palm forward wave to everyone as they wended their way down the central aisle and found a table.
Trask slid into one side of the booth with a scowl, which deepened even further with Jett’s continued grin as she sat.
“Don’t you just love these local places?” she gushed. “I missed New England so much when I was away.”
Thischange of subject, Trask could deal with. “Where were you stationed?” he asked, moodily picking up the menu to peruse the offerings.
“Oh, here and there,” she answered vaguely. “Florida for a while, like I said. But I finished out my final assignment doing two years in Texas.”
“Lackland,” Trask responded knowledgably. He was feeling as if he’d reached safer grounds. “So, you were there to train anewbatch of PJs.”
“Smart man,” Jett smiled.
Huh.So, not only was she bright enough to be in special forces, once she’d hung up her deployment-parachute, so to speak, she’d gone on toteachthe best of the best.
If Trask’s brain had been confused before by this enigmatic woman, it was scrambled eggs, now.
Speaking of which…
“I’m going to have a late day breakfast,” Trask revealed, deciding not to probe any further. Her life was hers. It was none of his business. And she’d be out ofhis, very soon. “Fried eggs, bacon, toast, and home-fries. What about you?”
“Midafternoon breakfast sounds perfect,” she agreed. “Except mine will be dropped eggs, a double-high stack of pancakes, and two orders of sausage.”
Trask barely managed to keep his mouth from dropping open.
Jett continued to surprised him.
Where the hell did she put that kind of food? That was a hearty-man’s meal, and ifheate like that regularly? At his age and at twice her weight, he’d be taking naps, and gaining a middle-aged spread.
“Good metabolism,” she told him, easily reading his face, which was becoming a bit…annoying. How was it that she could always tell what he was thinking?
The waitress approached and asked if they wanted coffee, to which they both readily said yes.
After their dark brews were poured, the woman took their orders and left.
