Lucas climbs out to open my door for me once the car is parked.
Both security guards follow me into the restaurant. One walks ahead, and one walks behind. Their alertness is much higher than mine since I feel they will keep an eye out for me.
I head to the counter and smile as I lean over it.
“Hi, I wanted to place an order to go?” I ask the pretty young girl standing behind the counter.
“Of course, would you like to see a menu, or do you know what you want?” she asks, eyeing my bodyguards curiously.
“I want one of those prego steak rolls and then your small chicken fillet burger, please.”
“And what sides would you like?” she asks.
“One salad and one fries. We’ll end up sharing both,” I smile.
She asks me a few more questions to clear up the order details, then I pay and step aside so the next person can order.
Glancing at my watch, I note the time. Fifteen minutes until the food is ready, and I needed to pee before I left the house, but chose to try to ignore it.
I may as well go now quickly.
“Guys, I’m just going to the ladies',” I tell the guards.
“Yes, ma'am,” Lucas acknowledges. “We’ll be right outside the door.”
“Thanks, I won’t be long.”
I hurry through the restaurant and into the hallway that leads down to the ladies' room.
It’s funny how you can hold your pee in for ages, but as soon as your brain realizes you’re ready to go, it stops even trying to hold it anymore, and now I’m doing this strange little dance as I hurry to make it into the cubicle.
I giggle at myself as I sit down and breathe a sigh of relief.
After I’ve straightened my clothes, I head over to the sink to wash my hands and check my hair in the mirror. My cheeks are rosy, and my smile is bright.You haven’t looked this happy in a long time, Kayla. It’s because of him. You really need to give him a chance.
I’m trying, I tell myself. I really am trying.
The ladies' room door swings closed behind me, and I am still drying my hands on my jeans when I walk straight into a man heading down the hallway.
“Oh, my goodness, I’m so sorry,” I stammer, looking up at him.
He is beautiful, with dark hair and dark features that make his bright blue eyes seem even more intense.
“No, I’m sorry, I should have looked where I was going,” he laughs, gently touching my arm.
My body spikes with adrenaline, and my smile becomes tighter.
Oh, he’s gorgeous, and clearly charming, but something doesn’t feel right.
“Are you grabbing some food here?” he asks. “I hear they have amazing steak rolls.”
“Yes, actually, I was getting my husband a steak roll for lunch. If you haven’t tried one, you definitely should,” I say, stepping away from him.
“What about the burgers? My girl loves burgers. Should I get her the chicken or the beef?” he asks.
And I get the feeling that he doesn’t even have a girlfriend. And all he’s doing is trying to stall me here. Why would he be trying to stall me?
I take another, more urgent step away from him. “Sorry, I have to go. Get her the chicken burger, though, it’s much better,” I call over my shoulder as I try not to run from him to make it more obvious.
