Page 14 of Halfway to Hell
“I’m sure it’s nice for visitors …” Texas said, “but for us, it’s a lot of hard work.”
He looked up as the waitress approached with their plates.
“Sweetheart, when you get a chance, can I get a refill and the check?”
“Sure, sugar.”
“And can I get a large milk?”
“Yes,” she huffed, barely masking her annoyance before turning back to Texas. “Anything else you need, sugar?”
“No, ma’am.”
“I’ll be right back,” she said, walking off.
Sunday giggled, watching the expression on Texas’s face. “Five bucks says she forgets my milk.”
Texas laughed, his eyes following the bike riders being led to the booths in front of and beside them.
“Sunny,” he said quietly.
Sunday looked up at Texas, catching the familiarity in the name he used—one Monday sometimes called him.
“Ange?” she asked quietly, as if confirming the meaning behind the other name.
He gave a small nod.
She lowered her head again, not caring whether the waitress brought her milk or not. All she wanted was to eat, then leave.
When the waitress returned with the milk and refilled their coffee cups, Sunday barely managed a quiet “thank you.”
She shook her head slightly when she saw the waitress flirting with the other men nearby. Maybe they’d be too distracted to notice her and Texas before they slipped out.
Chapter Five
They madeit out of the diner and to the bike when the waitress suddenly appeared, calling out, “Sugar!”
He turned just in time to see her holding the to-go order he’d forgotten about. Leaving Sunday by the bike, he walked back over to her.
“Thanks, sweetheart. Completely slipped my mind.”
“No problem. Come back and see me sometime, sugar.”
“Sweetheart, I’ll definitely come back around. Now get on back inside—I want to watch you walk away.”
She flushed a deep shade of pink and gave a little playful hip-swing as she turned and sauntered inside. If she didn’t throw out a hip, she’d be lucky.
Texas smiled and turned back to the bike, but Sunday scrunched up her face in disbelief, appalled.
“Why’d you say that to her?” she asked, voice sharp.
“Because no matter how old a woman gets, she still wants to feel desirable.”
Sunday eyes narrowed. “You told her you’d come back.”
“And I probably will. They had a damn good breakfast.” Texas smiled, then glanced at her.
“I’m gonna give you my helmet to wear. We need to hit a shop and get you one. Cops don’t cut riders slack without lids.”
