Page 28 of Smooth Moves
Chapter 6
He had no reason to be nervous. None at all.
Yet Sunday afternoon, Cash had to work to keep from appearing agitated as he waited for Jordan to arrive. He sat in one of his favorite diners near the house, Rusty’s Rest, a hip kind of greasy spoon that had affordable and mouthwatering food.
The diner had a fifties feel, with shiny red vinyl booths, white-and-black-checkerboard flooring, and a jukebox filled with Elvis, Jerry Lee Lewis, and Chubby Checker. Stuff his Aunt Jane still listened to when he made the odd visit over.
And speaking of which, he needed to drag Reid with him as payment for Evan’s pizza. Aunt Jane needed the company, and they liked her. Reid could keep it in his pants for one night and spend a few hours apart from Naomi, couldn’t he?
Surly and hating that he felt at all jealous, he didn’t notice Jordan until she stood over him with a smirk.
“Well, well. That’s a pretty big frown. I guess you didn’t go to church and rid your soul of evil this morning.” She grinned down at him, looking way too cute in shorts and a Lynyrd Skynyrd shirt.
“Yo, fellow sinner. Have a seat.” He glanced at the clock on the wall and couldn’t resist. “You’re late.”
“I knew you’d say something.” She sighed and plunked down across from him. “You’re lucky I’m here at all.”
“Oh?” Had something bad happened?
She frowned at him. “Yeah,oh.I went to Miriam’s class yesterday morning. Asshole. Thanks for the warning.” That he hadn’t given.
At thoughts of Jordan attending Miriam’s empowerment class, he started laughing. And he grew hard, but he focused on the humor of the situation.
“You know what? Get whatever the hell you want. It’s on me.”
“I’d already figured that.”
“But youhaveto tell me what happened yesterday.”
She just looked at him.
“Coffee on me all this week too.”
She grunted. “Fine. So, yesterday… For starters, all of my classmates wore robes…withnothing underneath,” she added in a hiss.
Which sent him into more gales of laughter. His favorite waitress, a sweet, middle-aged woman by the name of Irene, wandered over with a pot of coffee, knowing him all too well. Cash didn’t ask, just turned over Jordan’s cup. “Just black for both of us, Irene.”
Jordan continued to glare at him as she sipped. They took a quick moment to scan the menu then ordered.
“Breakfast for ya both. Got it.” The older woman sailed away to refill more coffee cups as the place continued to crowd.
“This is the best breakfast joint in all Seattle,” he told her. “Rusty’s Rest even beats Biscuit Bitch and Krispy Kreme. Straight up.” He visited at least once a week and tried to sit in Irene’s section. She always gave him extra everything at no charge.
Jordan drank more coffee then sat back and crossed her arms over her chest. It never failed to surprise Cash to see those arms full of muscle. Jordan had a streamlined build, ropy arms and thighs, but not like a bodybuilder. More like a sleek roller derby girl. Two sides of sexy mixed with whoopass. Her breasts weren’t too big or small but just right. He wondered what she’d be like in bed, especially after that kiss…
“Hello? Eyes up here.” She pointed to her face, her cheeks flushed.
He slowly raised his gaze to her face and tried to appear innocent. “Sorry. I was trying to read your shirt.”
“Right.” She blew out a breath and groaned. “How could you not have told me what those classes were about?” She slapped her hands on the table and leaned close. After glancing around to see they were alone, she whispered angrily, “Those chicks got naked and started touching themselves!”
“Oh God.” He tried not to laugh again. But her angry embarrassment made him want to lean close and kiss her.
“Yeah, they were saying a lot of that too.” She huffed, but he saw her lips quirk, as if trying to hold back the laughter. “I knew something was up from the way the guys were teasing me Friday night. The same way you did. But I thought it would be some kind of weird woman woo-woo thing. Not a group masturbation session!”
The waitress stood at the table, blinking down at them.
Jordan turned tomato-red. Cash bust out laughing.
