Trevor glanced down at D’s shirt. He was so used to the computer geek’s oddball T’s, he hardly paid them any attention anymore.
Today’s was a picture of a computer power symbol with the words ‘Turn Me On’ printed below it. Trevor fought an eye roll.
“So, what are you guys going to have? Your usual?”
They’d eaten here a handful of times. And each time, Trevor ordered the same thing.
He ignored the silly beat of emotion he felt over the fact that she’d remembered. Hell, she probably knew whateveryonewho came in regularly ordered.
“Actually...” Derek directed his response to Trevor. “I think we should branch out tonight. You know, go for somethin’ new. Somethin’ you’vereallywanted but have been too afraid to try. We should all do that once in a while. Ain’t that right, Lex?”
Trevor had never wanted to punch his friend...until now. And if the guy kept this shit up, that was exactly what was going to happen.
Giving Derek a cute as hell giggle, she answered, “Sure. I guess so.”
“See, Trev? Even Lex agrees with me.”
Clearly amused by the jackass, Alexis was still smiling when she asked, “Well, then...what are you going to try, Derek?”
“I think I’ll go for the fish tacos. Haven’t tried yours yet, and I’m curious to see if it’s any good.” Derek glanced across the table at him, a giant shit-eating grin spreading across his face. “Don’t you think it sounds good, Trevor?”
Schooling the murderous expression trying to make its way to the surface, Trevor fought against the desire to reach across the table and beat the hell out of the other man. Lucky for D, Alexis didn’t catch his double entendre.
“Fish tacos. Got it.” That sweet voice had Trevor’s head turning back around. A set of crystal blue eyes found his. “What about you, Trevor? Have you decided what you want?”
Derek let out a few loud, exaggerated coughs. Trevor barely squelched the urge to kick the asshole’s shins beneath the booth.
“Oh, my gosh. Are you okay?” Alexis asked, sounding genuinely concerned. She looked down at Derek’s empty glass. “Hold on, I’ll go get you some more water.”
Before Trevor could stop her, the sweet woman was heading back to the other side of the counter and reaching for a pitcher and a clean glass.
Leaning on his elbows, Trevor spoke low and through his teeth. “What the hell’s the matter with you?”
“What?” Derek cleared his throat and shrugged innocently, his coughing fit suddenly over. “I had a frog in my throat.”
“You’re gonna have myfistdown your throat if you don’t knock your shit off. What are you, twelve?”
With humor in his eyes, Derek coughed loudly a couple more times right as Alexis came back with the full pitcher.
“Here”—she quickly poured the ice water into his glass—“this should help.”
“Thanks, darlin’.” Derek took the glass from her hand.
While he sipped the water, Alexis turned back to him. “Sorry. What did you decide? Did you see anything new that caught your eye?”
No, not new.
Trevor wanted the same damn thing every time he came in here. Problem was, he hadn’t worked up the nerve to ask for it yet.
“Trevor?”
Shit.He hadn’t answered her. “I-I’ll just stick with my usual.”
For some reason, this made the corner of Alexis’s lips turn up, her dimples becoming more prominent with the movement.
“One patty melt and fries, coming up.” Then, staring a little deeper into his eyes, she added softly, “Let me know if you think of anything else you need.”
Jesus.The temperature in the small diner seemed to instantly rise. “I will. Thanks, Alexis.”
