Page 73 of Small Town Shy Omega
“I most certainly am,” Delilah retorted proudly. “Like I said, Layla is one of my worst customers. She’s always waltzing in… crying when we get her order wrong.”
A low growl escaped Josh. “And do you…frequentlyget her order wrong?”
“Well, we’re a popular diner, and our chefs get anxious during the lunch rush.”
Blake slowly turned to Delilah. “How can you hire chefs… who get anxious during the lunch rush?”
“They’re not on meds. Claim the government’s trying to control them. Hence, they sometimes start screaming and throws pans when grilling burgers.”
I scratched my temple. “That… doesn’t sound safe.” No, it really didn’t. I prayed for their mental health.
Josh whacked my back. “Hey,” he growled, “Delilah’s providing work for people… who probably wouldn’t be hired elsewhere.”
“Yeah, most of my chefs come straight from the Applewood Falls prison,” Delilah snorted. “Pay ‘em less than a buck a day. Don’t say I’m not a good business owner. They’re grim reapers, though. They’ve got at least a body to their name… I’m keeping the rest of the townspeople safe, really.”
“A little exploitative, perhaps,” I murmured, though my stomach rumbled for a burger. “We may have to report you to the board.”
“What board?” Delilah asked. “I am the board, sweetie.”
“The… board,” I muttered. “Isn’t there a board that takes care of these things? Protects workers?”
“There’s gotta be a board,” Josh whispered in agreement, and we shared a nod.
Delilah put her hands on her hips. “The City Council is in my back pocket, know why? BecauseIgive them first dibs on my huckleberry pie.”
“Small towns and their secrets,” Blake snorted, turning to Dreydon.
Dreydon couldn’t help but agree. “Someone might want to peel back the onion layers of this place. Not everything is what it seems.”
I waggled my brows. “Hey, you mentioned onions. I want onion rings.”
My heart was full,and so was my belly. I looked around at the table: my Alphas were eating well, and it made my Omega happy to see them so content.
Delilah brought us our enormous orders. My triple-bacon cheeseburger was radiant, and each bite brought me closer toFate… Literally. The thing nearly gave me a heart attack, but dang was it good. I could basically eat that all day.
My onion rings were stacked high, and when it came time for dessert, my slice of pie was divine.
“I can’t deal with this.” A moan slipped from me as I ate. Wow, this was heavenly.
Blake made a face. “Sweetie, can you not make those moans?”
“It’s my burger,” I teased, "I’ll moan if I want to.”
Josh smiled. “My, you’re so… hot. You sound like one of those sketchy ASMR channels.”
“Sketchy?” What was sketchy about orgasmically eating food?
“They toe a line,” Josh muttered.
Dreydon nodded. “They seem to be… right up against ban-able content. They slip through.”
I shrugged. “You can pry my food noises from my cold, dead hands.”
Josh grinned. “I could listen to you eat all day, baby.”
Outside, pink petals were swirling through the air.
Delilah's Diner boasted a view of Main Street. While I chowed down on greasy onion rings, drinking the tall glass of milk that my Alphas ordered me for my pie, I watched the townspeople scurry.
