"Son of a bitch," the man hissed.
My eyes shot up in an instant. I knew that voice. I was very much acquainted with that voice. But, no, it couldn't be.
"You!" he growled.
Shit, it absolutely was.
"Welcome to Willow Creek, darlin'. Can I get you some coffee?" My voice was like syrup. Both sugary and sweet and completely fake.
The man whose name I didn't bother to get the night before placed his hand over the cup. "Actually you can get me a different server."
Oh this was going to be fun. I put my hand on my hip and popped it out some. "Sorry to break your heart, but this is a small-town diner with only one server. Unless you would rather make my eighty-year-old grams wait on you."
Little did he know Grams waited on tables all the time, but what this man didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
Before he could give me what I imagined was going to be a snide remark back, Leroy––the town realtor––slid into the booth opposite from the silver fox. "Maverick, hey. Sorry it took me so long. My daughter wouldn't stop talking on the phone."
Maverick. I rolled the name around on my tongue and decided it fit the man.
"Hey, Leroy. Would you like some coffee?" I smiled at the man who had to be about the same age as Maverick. But that was where the similarities ended. Maverick looked like a sexy Santa with his white hair and extremely defined physique.
Leroy, on the other hand, had a receding hairline and a little pudge around the middle.
"Of course I would." He moved the cup closer and continued to talk as I poured his coffee. "How's your grams doing today?"
"Oh you know. Spicy as ever. Just how she likes to be."
Leroy chuckled. "Of course she is, and you learned from the best."
I flipped my ponytail for some extra spice. "Don't I know it." I gave Leroy a dazzling smile. The one I used on patrons to keep those tips rolling in. "The usual for you?"
"Of course. Why mess with perfection?"
I snickered at his remark and waited as Leroy glanced at Maverick. "This is why I love coming here. Jo here knows my order and always serves me with a smile."
That sounded way dirtier than it should've, but I wanted to kiss Leroy when I saw the frown on Maverick's face.
I, of course, kept my smile firmly in place. "And for you?"
I was one hundred percent making this more uncomfortable than it needed to be, but that was just who I was as a person.
"I'll take the same."
I never brought over menus, so I guess it was hard for the man to pick anything else even if today's specials were written on the board when you walked in.
"You sure you don't want to see a menu? Maybe shake things up a bit." I wiggled my eyebrows at him.
Maverick certainly didn't appreciate my sense of humor. Not like he did last night. "No, I'm fine."
"Suit yourself." I walked away with more bounce in my step than usual.
I was whistling when I pushed through the swinging door and found Grams on the other side.
"What has you in such a good mood?" She looked at me skeptically and for good reason. I was never this happy to be working at the diner.
"You know Leroy always makes me smile." At least that was true. The older gentleman was corny enough that I laughed at his jokes.
"Is that who the nice gentleman was with? I wonder if that means he's moving into town."
