Page 3 of Protecting His Woman
Damion laughed.“Now that is cute.”
She offered him a smile.“Do you want the usual?”
“Where is Betsy right now?”Damion asked.
This was unusual.He rarely took time to make small conversation.
“She’s at school.Well, I am hoping that is where she is.Even the school can’t seem to get her to stay within school grounds.”She clicked her tongue and hoped that Betsy stayed in school.There hadn’t been a call to the diner yet, so that was a plus.
Damion smiled, and it seemed to transform his whole face.Vicki couldn’t remember if she had ever witnessed him smile or even look happy.
“So, what can I get you?”Vicki asked.
“Make my coffee the usual, and tell Tank I want the breakfast without any shit on it.”
Vicki smiled.
“And while you’re at it, tell him I want your company as well.”
This made her look up at him across her notepad, not sure she had heard him right.“Pardon?”
“You heard me, and tell Tank if he has an issue with it, to come and see me.”
Vicki had no choice but to do as she was told, so she made her way into the kitchen where Tank was flipping sausage.He was a large man, covered in tattoos, and he didn’t take shit from anyone.He also loved to make good food.She gave him the message and Tank waved his fingers at her to go.
“Are you sure?I mean, it is the breakfast shift.”
“Trust me, Damion wants your company, he gets your company, and don’t go asking too many questions.Any of the girls or customers got an issue, tell them to talk to Damion.”
And that was it.
After fixing Damion’s coffee, Vicki made her way over to his table, then took a seat.
“Did you make coffee for yourself?”he asked.
“Uh, no.”
“Then go make yourself some coffee, and tell Tank to get you a breakfast ready as well—my treat—and tell Tank he gets what he wants.”
She quickly did this, and Tank’s glare morphed into that of a smile.She had no idea what Tank wanted, but either way, it had made him one happy man.
With her coffee in hand, she sat down at the table opposite Damion and didn’t have a clue what to say.
“It has been hot, hasn’t it?Crazy weather we’re having.”If she didn’t have any clue what to say, it was always best to go straight to the weather.
Damion looked at her.“Do I make you nervous?”
“Yes and no.I have no idea why you would want my company,” Vicki said.
“Do you like dancing?”
“Uh, I have never gone dancing.”
“Friday night, I’ll pick you up at seven and take you dancing.”
“I can’t, not Friday.I mean, I would love to go, but I don’t have a babysitter and no one wants to help me, so I’m taking care of my brothers and sisters.”
“I’ll take care of that.Be ready on Friday.Do you have dancing clothes?”
