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“No problem.” She searched through the tickets stuck over the grill and plucked ours from the row. “What would he like?”
“Hold on, let me pull up the order.”
I tugged out my phone to check the message from him. “Can you change our three burger combos into a burger bucket?”
“Sure can,” she said, grabbing a pen to adjust the order. “You want to add on a side? It says here you’ve got two fries and one order of rings.”
“Yeah. A large order of okra, oh, and an extra MoonShake for him, as well.”
“You got it, darlin’!” Brenda turned and put our ticket at the front of the line of tickets, “Get a move on! We’ve got a burger bucket!”
A new text came into my phone.
You left too quickly the other night.
I grinned, starting to tap out a reply. Before I could finish, a follow-up text popped in.
I didn’t even get to show you what you’re missing. Again.
Huh? If memory served, I’d seen exactly what Gray was working with, and I’d worshipped at his temple. I re-scanned the texts, wondering if I’d missed something.
Wait. Gray’s name wasn’t on these. I’d just assumed from the words…
512-0661:
Let me show you what I mean.
A photo popped in, and I swiped the text closed, stomach lurching.Dallas.It had to be. Who else would try to send me a dick pic? I’d closed my messages fast, but not fast enough to avoid a glimpse of the phallic shape in the image.
“We’ll bring it over in just a minute. Your order is on the house, so don’t you worry about paying tonight.”
I blinked at Brenda, trying to reel my mind away from Dallas’s idea of…flirting? Was he flirting or just trying to make me uncomfortable? I didn’t even know. Either way, he didn’t seem like he wanted to takenofor an answer.
“On the house? No, Brenda. We came here tonight to support Jerkers.”
She hesitated. “You’ve been so good about working with us?—”
“So let’s keep you in business, then,” I said.
“All right.” She smiled. “You’re really too sweet. I’ll send Neal out with your order.”
Marty joined me as I turned to head back to the table. “Sorry I’m late, man. My fucking car wouldn’t start. Had to jump it. Third time this week.”
“Sounds like you should get it looked at.”
“I know, but Woodie’s Pit Stop isn’t cheap.”
“So go out to Forrester’s,” I said. “They could use the business.”
“Are you kidding? Last time I tried out there, a drunk guy hung up on me. And that wasafteryelling at me because all I wanted was an oil change. Apparently, that wasn’t worth the effort.”
I cringed. “Ah, well, sounds like you got old man Forrester, but he’s dead now. His sons took over, and they’re doing a better job.”
“Maybe.” Marty groaned as we neared the booth. “I’m gonna puke if I have to watch Todd flirt with Sasha all night.”
They were sitting awfully close, whispering to each other while Allison tapped away at her phone, looking as if she’d rather be anywhere else.
“What happened at the bar the other night?” I asked.
