She leaves through the front door, and I watch her drive off in a beat-up truck.
Okay. So. It’s just like being at home. Sitting in an empty house while everyone else is off doing something exciting.
I pick up the magazine. Flip to the article on the famous DJ and his wife, who may even be more famous than her husband on account of her childhood kidnapping.
They just had a baby boy, named him Mac after her brother McQueen. I smile, looking at pictures of their professionally designed nursery in a new wing of their home on an island in the Puget Sound. They are beyond lucky.
They have everything they ever wanted.
But looking at the picture of the mother, Tess, who was kidnapped as a child and grew up in a motorcycle gang, I’m reminded it wasn’t all easy. She had a hell of a road to get to her happy ending.
I swallow, looking around this empty diner, feeling lost and so very alone.
No money, no home, no family. Running from the people who think they have a hold on me.
I have no idea if I’ll ever end up with a man who loves me, a baby in my arms, a house to call home.
But Lord, I hope so.
3
Driving into town, I listen to the radio, but the local news keeps blaring about cops in Spokane, WA looking for a Russian Mafia ring that is selling girls as brides. I scroll through the stations, landing on some old John Denver song that makes me sentimental as fuck.
Damn, I’m getting soft.
I pull into the parking lot of the diner, only to see that my mom’s pick-up truck isn’t here. She’s always here.
The lights are on though, and the sign is flipped to open, so I get out. Maybe Mom’s truck wouldn’t start and Dad drove her to town or something.
The bells on the diner door jingle as I walk inside, and that’s when I stop dead in my motherfucking tracks.
Whoever this woman is, sitting on a stool, reading a magazine, her dark hair pulled back, revealing a heart shaped face, her lips pouty and parted, her brown eyes so big they look drawn on. She stands, a smile on her face, and I see she’s wearing a tight uniform, pressing her huge tits up high, her waist narrow, accentuated by the apron tied on.
Fuck, my cock is twitching at the sight before me, and I want to know everything about this girl. Her name. Where she comes from. If she just fell from fucking heaven because I swear she looks like an angel. I know that’s as cheesy as hell, but damn, this girl just made it real.
“Sit wherever you like,” she says, walking toward me with a menu, her curvy hips made for carrying babies, swaying as she comes around the register.
“You new around here?” I ask. She’s coming closer, and I know it’s insane. but all I want to do is wrap my arms around her and kiss those luscious lips.
“Pretty new,” she says. “Just got hired. Don’t even have a name tag yet.” She looks down at her chest, and so I don’t feel even the tiniest bit bad for looking at her round globes in that uniform. Standing closer, I see her nipples poking through the thin fabric.
I run my hand over my beard wanting to show restraint when I really want to take the front zipper on her uniform and tug it down, exposing her milky skin in one fell swoop. Instead, I head toward a corner booth. “You just got hired and the owner let you man the place all on your own?”
She shrugs, following me to the booth and setting down the menu I’ve read a thousand times. “She had an emergency. Said she’ll be back in a few hours and was confident I could handle the few customers she expected.”
My brows narrow. “Emergency?”
She must see my concern because she waves her hands in front of her, and I see she’s holding a notepad to take my order. “Not a terrible emergency. Her dogs got loose.”
My shoulders relax and I shake my head, knowing my parent’s dogs are getting pretty good at escaping. “Yeah that sounds about right.”
“Oh, you know them, the owners? I don’t know who’s from around here and who’s just passing through.”
“I know the owners all right. Grew up in this forest, too.”
“Well, what can I get you today?”
My stomach’s growling, and I honestly don’t want some microwaved shit. What I really want is her, but I don’t think she’s on the menu. “You have any specials?”
She laughs softly. “Um, well, the menu is pretty....”
“Shitty?”
Her eyes go wide and bright–which is saying something considering they are fucking round and beautiful to start with. “I was going to say the menu is pretty limited”
“Yeah, it’s been the same thing for a decade.”
“And you want something else?” she asks.
I smile, knowing that is exactly right. Instead of bending her over this table and pulling down her panties, I just smirk and say, “You make things to order?”