Page 51 of Saving Grace

“Don’t you dare,” he whispered harshly. “We’re not doing anything wrong.”

“She’s obviously hurt.” I grabbed the menu at the end of the table and pretended to peruse it while I spoke. “We probably shouldn’t have shown up together so soon.”

“Grace,” Matt said quietly, grabbing the menu from me, and tilting my chin gently to face him. “My conscience is clear. Don’t let this come between us.” His slate-blue eyes searched mine with earnest. I nodded and smiled faintly at him and was rewarded with his lopsided grin that caused my heart to skip a beat. Goodness. Matthew Foster was going full-court press with his charm today.

He was right though. If what he said yesterday regarding Kyra was true, then there was nothing we both should feel guilty about.

“Ready to order?” My heart sank when I looked up and saw that Kyra was our server. She wasn’t looking at us though and had her nose to her order pad.

“That depends,” Matt replied. “Are you going to put cyanide in our food?”

“Matt!” I gasped. He really sounded serious.

Kyra bent forward and planted her hands on the table, leaning so close to Matt that their faces were an inch apart. I frowned as I noticed her pinprick pupils.

“I was simply an informer,” she sniffed and shook her head as if to clear it. “You’re the assassin, baby.”

“Exactly,” Matt replied. “You remember that.”

The diner waitress straightened. “Are you threatening me?”

“Not at all, but I’d appreciate it if you stayed away from us. Get Sheila. I believe this is her section.”

Kyra’s face flushed red. “You heartless jerk.”

“I never promised you anything, Kyra, and you know it.” Matt’s voice had turned cold.

She turned her eyes at me. “He’s going to put a lot of mileage on you and then throw you aside. Mark my words.”

“Don’t test me, Kyra,” Matt warned.

“Or what?” she challenged loudly. “What can you do to me that’s worse than throwing me over for some stuck-up outsider—”

“Kyra!”

Millie’s sharp reproving tone echoed through the diner as she walked briskly toward our booth. “Come on,” she tugged her employee by the arm. “Let’s talk in the office.”

“Ms. Millie …” Kyra’s eyes filled with tears, and I felt so bad for her, but who was to blame?

“I don’t think I’m that hungry,” I whispered to Matt.

He sighed. “We’re going to eat. You’re not just eating for yourself anymore.”

In spite of the earlier awkward situation with Kyra, I managed a short laugh. “Matt, you do realize the baby is the size of a pea right now, right?”

He chuckled as he opened the menu. “I guess I need to read up on this shit.”

I rolled my eyes at his wording, just as my stomach grumbled. He was right about one thing: I needed to eat.

“Sorry, I didn’t get to your table soon enough,” Sheila apologized as she appeared at our booth.

“Not a problem, Sheila,” Matt assured her.

“It’s so unlike Kyra to create drama,” their new waitress told them. “So, what can I get you guys?”

“Waffles and coffee for me,” I said.

“Are you sure you should be drinking coffee?” Matt asked, frowning.

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