Chloe Daly, one of the waitresses at the Lone Star, walked up to his side. "Morning, Caddo!"
His shoulders shook with silent laughter.
The waitresses all knew the firefighters on his shift.
Since Lincoln was the son of the owner, all of the guys came by the Lone Star often.
At first it was to support Abe's family, but then it became a habit because the food was damn good.
It was even written in a ton of the Yelp reviews for Lone Star. 'The food is damn good!'
"Morning, Chloe. How are things going today?"
Chloe gave him a wink, poked out her hip and used her hand to pat the pocket of her apron. "Tips are good, Caddo. Really good."
"Well, I'll add to that before we leave."
Chloe gave him a suggestive smile, but they both knew that she was playing. Chloe loved to flirt, and outrageously so, but she never took it seriously.
And the women in the lives of the firefighters at Station Seven never saw it as something to be upset about. In fact, they liked to giggle and whisper about it.
The only people in his firehouse family that looked twice at it were the children and that's just because they didn't understand what Chloe was doing.
They did see their mothers laughing at it and joking with the men.
"There's a nice seat over by the counter," she lifted her chin in that direction, "close to one of the photo walls. You could sit there when you're ready to eat."
Sam's smile grew at her suggestion.
Seaton probably hadn't even seen Chloe yet, but Chloe...
Well, Chloe was a great waitress for the very reason that she saweverything.
She was incredibly perceptive. So was Margo.
Together, they were a formidable front of house in the diner, leaving Yun Abe, Lincoln's father, to spend his time where he preferred to spend it, in the kitchen.
"Is Margo in?"
Chloe nodded. "She stepped out to see the hot guy at the UPS store down the street. She'll be back after she ogles him from head to toe a few times." Chloe raised her eyebrows a few times. "You'll see her soon."
A bell dinged in the kitchen and Chloe gave him a grin. "Gotta go get the food. Shall we start with water?"
"Yeah, please."
The bell dinged again and Yun called out from the kitchen. "Chloe!!"
"On my way!"
Sam touched Chloe's arm, wanting to help.
That and needing to keep his hands busy. "Can I get the waters?"
She half-swooned at his words. "Go for it, Hotstuff!"
Sam moved over to the counter where he knew that they kept pitchers of ice-cold water, just out of sight.
He picked up a pitcher in one hand and a couple of glasses in the other.
