Page 15 of Broken Daddy
She practiced plastering a smile on her face. There. Much better. She walked out of the bathroom, wearing that smile. Mac took one look at her and shook his head.
“You ain’t fooling anyone, girl.”
“Well, maybe the only person I’m trying to fool is myself,” she told him. “You know what they say, put on a smile and you’ll feel happier.”
“Who the heck says that?” Silla asked as she cashed out her tab.
“Me. I say that.” She glanced down at the tomato soup and buttered toast that Sandy had placed on the bar for her. She practically licked her lips before spooning some up and swallowing it. “Ooh. Hot. Hot. Hot.”
She glanced around for a drink and a glass of water was suddenly placed in front of her. She took it and drank it down.
“Thanks, Mac,” she told him, guessing that he’d put it there.
But when she glanced up at her boss, he shook his head and his gaze went to the person she could feel standing next to her.
A person who smelled like chocolate and cinnamon and a scent that she didn’t know.
What were the odds thathe’dbe here?
Seriously. How was this her life?
Turning slowly, she glanced up into sad, beautiful eyes.
“Hayes! Hi!” she chirped.
He raised his eyebrows. Uh-oh. Was she not meant to use his name? Maybe he preferred Mr. Hayes. He hadn’t exactly introduced himself so maybe he didn’t realize she even knew his name.
Did he know that she’d been paying attention to him? Staring at him?
Yeah. That train had probably already left the station
Devi knew there wasn’t much that was subtle about her.
“Didn’t you think to test the temperature first before you ate that?” he rumbled.
“Um, I think the answer to that is obvious.”
“Next time, check,” he ordered.
Wow.
Talk about bossy. She gaped at him, unsure what to say to that command. While she was sitting there, imitating a statue, he turned and walked off to the end of the bar where he sat at the corner.
“Whoa, baby.” Silla moved closer, fanning herself. “Was that hot or what? I’m gonna have to go home and change my panties.”
Silla was a straight talker.
Mac groaned. “I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that.”
Silla just grinned.
Devi was with Silla. She wouldn’t say it, but she was definitely hot and bothered after that encounter.
“There’s just something about a fit, hot man telling me what to do that gets the juices flowing, you know what I mean?” Silla asked way too loudly.
Unfortunately, yes she did.
But no way she was agreeing with Silla out loud. And Devi really wished that she would tone her voice down.
