Page 6 of Renard's Deliverance

“Opal,” Ryleigh said, attempting to stand.

But Lilac reached over and placed her hand on Ryleigh’s shoulder. “Don’t even think about it.”

“Excuse me?” the woman asked Opal. “What did you say to me?”

She had gray hair styled into tight curls and was wearing a high-necked button-up cream shirt tucked into a pair of brown pants. Her friend sitting at the table with her had her hair dyed so dark that it looked shocking against her pale, wrinkly skin. She wore a tweed skirt and jacket set.

And both of them were giving their table judgmental looks.

Opal leaned back and crossed her arms underneath her impressive boobs, pushing them up so they strained against the button-up shirt she was wearing.

She did it on purpose and she was happy at their outraged gasps. Then she leaned forward, placing her arms on the table with her boobs resting on top so they got the full show.

“I said, can you take your face out of my view? It’s offending me,” Opal told them slowly and loudly.

“You cannot speak to Wendy like that!” Mrs. Brown Pants said.

“Why not? Wendy asked my friend to leave,” Opal pointed out.

“Because she’s doing that!” Wendy cried, waving her hand at Ryleigh.

“What? What’s she doing? She’s looking gorgeous? Yeah, she is. The two of you jealous because you’ve never looked so hot?” Opal drawled.

“You know full well what she’s doing!” Mrs. Brown Pants huffed. “She’s exposing herself.”

“Exposing herself?” Opal looked Ryleigh over. Kye was completely covering her boob. Opal was definitely more exposed than her friend. “Exposing these?” She waved at her own breasts.

Both women looked horrified. Awesome.

“There is no need for her to feed her baby here,” Wendy huffed.

“Um, hate to tell you but this is a fucking restaurant. Eating is what people do in here.”

Around her, several people laughed.

Wendy went bright red. “How dare you swear at us! Just what I would expect for a friend of someone who willingly exposes themselves. We cannot sit here and eat with that going on!”

“And I’m having trouble sitting here and enjoying lunch out with my two best friends while the two of you are staring at us like we’re strip dancing on the tables. She’s feeding her baby. Get over it or leave.”

“You cannot tell us to leave,” Wendy said, rising. “I will be making a complaint.”

“Oh, jeez,” Ryleigh said, looking worried. “Maybe we should go.”

“You can’t let them bully us,” Lilac told Ryleigh as Wendy sat, looking smug.

Opal leaned back as an older man stormed out of the kitchen. He had dark hair that was touched with gray and a short beard that was more gray than not.

He wore black pants and a white chef’s shirt.

Ooh, yes.

She’d always loved a man in uniform.

“I heard there’s a complaint out here,” he said with a scowl. He folded his arms over his chest. Hell, yeah, he’d pulled the sleeves up on his shirt.

And the man had sexy forearms.

“Um, yes,” Ryleigh said. “I’m so sorry.”

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