Cash's Fight(25)

Willa did as told and then took a bite.

“Better?”

“Yes. I was being too strict with myself. Then I get tired of eating boring food and splurge with a cupcake,” Willa confessed, beginning to eat her salad.

“If I was surrounded with your cupcakes, my ass would be as big as a barn.”

Their laughter drew many appreciative male glances, which brought the color to Willa’s cheeks.

A large group of men who had been standing at the doorway approached their booth.

“Mind if we join you? The restaurant is busy, and you have a few extra seats.” The men seemed friendly enough, and they were surrounded by familiar faces in the diner, so Rachel slid over. Willa did the same after shooting Rachel a worried glance. Rachel sent her a reassuring look before taking in the men who had sat down with them. She had never seen them in town before.

“Are you traveling through Treepoint?”

“Is it that obvious we’re not from here?” The one sitting next to her with blondish-brown hair cut short answered for the group.

“I know everyone in town, so yeah, it is a little obvious,” Rachel said, staring at the men sitting around their booth.

“We’re new to the area. We’ve moved to Jamestown and decided to spend the day exploring the nearby towns. If I had seen Treepoint first, I would have picked it over Jamestown.” He held out his hand to Rachel. “I’m Scorpion, and the one sitting next to your friend is Vaughn.”

“It nice to meet you. Treepoint is smaller, but it’s prettier with the mountains,” Rachel agreed.

“I was thinking more about the women.” He smiled.

Rachel smiled in return, liking his easy attitude. He wasn’t coming across as aggressive, just slightly flirtatious. Rachel’s confidence received a much needed boost from the appreciation she saw in his eyes.

“My name is Rachel, and this is Willa.”

Scorpion reached out his hand, shaking Willa’s while introducing his other two friends, Yancy and Scott. The men nodded in acknowledgment as the waitress brought coffee and took their orders.

Rachel was aware Willa felt uncomfortable with the situation and was about to excuse themselves when the door opened and Cash, Shade, Dean, and Rider came in, taking a table. Rachel couldn’t have felt more self-conscious with the men’s curious eyes on their table.

“So, you’re both from Treepoint?” Vaughn asked, staring at Willa.

When she didn’t answer, Rachel did. “Homegrown.”

She straightened her shoulders. She had nothing to be embarrassed about, sitting at a table of men. Neither she nor Willa belonged to The Last Riders and could do as they wanted.

Yancy had tried to talk to Willa and received only monosyllabic replies, but Scott was more determined, eventually able to pry information out of her about her baking business. When he found out she had brought in pies to the diner, the men all ordered a piece to go with their coffee. The peach pie had the men silent for several seconds as they cleaned their plates.

“I could eat the whole pie by myself,” Vaughn complimented Willa, bringing a rosy flush to her cheeks. “Could I have your number? The next time we have a cookout, I’ll order a couple.”

Willa hesitantly reached into her purse, pulling out a card and handing it to Vaughn. At that point, Rachel felt a chill run down her spine. Instinctively, her gaze went to the table The Last Riders were sitting at; the men seemed furious. Rachel couldn’t understand why they were so angry, and she was tempted to sit there longer but decided to put Willa out of her misery.#p#分页标题#e#

“I have to get back to work. It was nice meeting you all.” Scorpion stood, letting her slide out of the booth while the others stood, letting Willa out. The waitress had already set Lily’s take-out food on the table, so Rachel bent down to pick it up with the check, yet found herself forestalled.

“Our treat.” Scorpion smiled, taking the ticket.

Rachel started to refuse but was quickly cut off. “For letting us disrupt your lunch and keeping us company.”

The gesture was a friendly overture that Rachel saw no need to turn down. “Thanks.”

Rachel smiled as she and Willa turned to leave. Unfortunately, they had to pass The Last Riders on the way out and not a single one tried to hide their displeasure. What the hell was up with them? Oblivious to the men’s stares, the door was no sooner closed behind them than Willa gave a relieved sigh.

“That bad?” Rachel asked sympathetically.

Willa gave a brief nod. “I become an idiot around men. Just once, I wish I didn’t act like a dork.”

“You didn’t. You’re shy, Willa, and there’s nothing wrong with that.”