Page 30 of Saving Bonnie

“Oh.” The one in the skirt juts out a hip, inspecting me like she’s about to place a bid.

Perfect.

“Um, we’re going in there,” zipper girl announces, sucking in her gut.

“Ah.” I exhale and produce an apologetic smile, aiming to put them at ease. “Sorry, ladies.”

Both women offer weak smiles.

“Guess we had the same craving,” the skirt says, tilting her head to look at me through her lashes.

I step back and push the door open for them to go in ahead of me. Zipper girl takes the lead.

“Actually, I came by to see my girl.”

The skirt’s smile doesn’t reach her eyes now. “Lucky her.”

“Nah. More like lucky me.” I follow, stopping behind them at the entrance as we wait to be seated. “She’s the one putting up with me.”

Bunny glances past the two women to focus on me. “Go ahead and take a seat,” she says in a welcoming tone. “I’ll be right with you ladies.” Then she ducks behind the door again.

“Well,” zipper girl says between her teeth. “You caught somebody’s attention.”

“Surprise,” the skirt tacks on as they head toward the first booth.

“If the food here wasn’t so good,” zipper girl sniffs, “I’d go somewhere else.”

Yeah, she’s probably very understanding because it doesn’t look like she’s missed too many meals.

Hmm. In the footage I’ve reviewed, I haven’t seen Bunny falling over anyone. Kassy even commented how Bunny’s blown off the guys hitting on her.

“Mind if I grab this table?” I slip the backpack off my shoulder as I settle in at a table next to theirs.

“Go right ahead.” The skirt slips into the booth, turning to face me. “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”

“I usually get delivery, but today I’d planned to have time for a sit-down meal.”

“Ah.” Skirt nods. “Lunch with your girlfriend.”

“At this point I’m going to pick up lunch and run.” I tap my phone, making a face. “Duty calls.”

“So dedicated.” She puts her chin in her hand while zipper girl glances toward the kitchen.

Bunny comes out with a to-go plate in one hand and a bottled soda in the other.

“Finally,” zipper says on an exhale.

“Mmm. There’s my girl.”

Skirt’s jaw drops once she realizes who I’m talking about.

“Enjoy your lunch.” I swing the backpack over my shoulder as I go meet Bunny. Reaching for both items, I spread my arms, leaving her open for me to step closer. “Hey.”

She tilts her face up, and I catch her mouth for a thorough kiss.

“Heeeey,” a good-natured voice exclaims while someone else joins in with a wolf whistle. Bunny doesn’t back off despite being taken by surprise.

Pulling away, I go to her left cheek and whisper next to her ear. “No tongue. I’ll save that for later.”

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