Double Dare(213)

And this chick was no different.

“Oh of course,” she gushed, grabbing the menus and seating us by the window. “I’m Tammy, your server today. And you are?”

I stared at Brent and Jason, amazed. Since when did waitresses ask the names of their customers? But Brent just rolled with it, ignoring her question. “I’m looking for some hot coffee while we wait, thanks so much. You two?” he quirked an eyebrow at us.

And Jason was right on the ball.

“Coke,” he said.

Stunned in a small voice, I added, “Diet Coke for me, please.”

But that was the wrong thing to say because both Jason and Brent frowned at me immediately.

“Why are you drinking a Diet Coke?” Brent growled. “Honey, diet’s no good.”

And Jason, despite his palpable animosity towards Brent, nodded, brows drawn.

“Katy, that diet shit’s all fake sugar, and besides, you don’t need to lose weight, you’re perfect the way you are.”

I colored, the waitress still looking at us expectantly, eyebrows raised. I just wanted her to go away as fast as possible so I mumbled, “Coke then, thanks,” and the woman snapped her pad shut.

“I’ll be right back with your drinks!” she trilled with a wink and a nod. And was my mind playing tricks, or did her walk have an extra swing, an extra bounce knowing that these handsome men were in her diner?

But I sighed, relieved to see the back of her striped uniform. At least we had some privacy now, at least we could talk without nosy ears overhearing.

But the alphas weren’t done yet.

“Honey, you’re gorgeous,” rumbled Brent, his deep blue gaze meaningful, filled with concern. “None of that diet shit, ever again. If anything, you need to gain weight, you’re too thin.”

And Jason nodded, agreeing.

“Hell yeah,” he rumbled. “Put on an extra twenty and baby, you’d be Miss America.”

I colored.

“I don’t think Miss America looks like me,” I said wryly. “I mean, look,” I said, gesturing to my body. Most of me was hidden because we were seated, but my generous breasts stuck out, almost resting on the plastic table. “Any more weight would be sheer craziness, I wouldn’t be able to squeeze into this booth.”

But both men shook their heads, disagreeing vehemently.

“Honey, there’s not enough of you,” growled Jason.

“Nowhere near enough,” chimed Brent, “I’d like to see you much bigger, there’d be more to kiss, more to touch, more everything,” he rumbled, making me gasp and look around. Oh god, where was the waitress? Could she hear us? But fortunately, the middle-aged woman was nowhere in sight, probably in back grabbing our drinks.

And Brent shrugged, unconcerned.

“Since we’re talking about Katy, we might as well get to it,” he rumbled. “Because there’s something both of us want and she’s sitting right here in the booth,” he said meaningfully, eyeing Jason.

Jason looked right back at him, meeting his stare without uttering a word, jaw tight, eyes beginning to spark, and I flushed furiously. Oh my god, this was definitely taking on the feel of a two males sparring for a female, staring each other down before engaging in battle, locking horns and goring one another before going in for the kill. Holy shit, was this really happening?

But something switched in Jason then, and he relaxed, sitting back, his big form casual.

“That’s right,” he drawled, one arm slung across the back of the booth behind me in a possessive manner. “We’re here to talk about Katy, my favorite subject.”

And I blushed once more because it was getting downright embarrassing. I couldn’t just let them talk about me like I was a piece of property.

“Listen, before this gets too far, can I remind you two that I’m right here? There’s no need to chat like I can’t hear,” I scolded. “We’ve been through a lot in the last two days, and I was very much a part of it both times, so I’d appreciate it if you could address your comments to me and not each other.”

And both men looked surprised.

“Of course honey,” ground out Brent. “We respect you, that’s no problem.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” agreed Jason.

And I took a deep breath, smiling at them, but not too friendly. I was in charge here and wanted to make sure they knew who was the lady boss.

“Okay, well since we have that settled, why don’t we talk about sharing then,” I began. It sounded like we were in a kindergarten class learning the basics, but heck, you’ve got to start at step one, right? In uncharted territory, you can’t exactly go straight to Park Place without passing Go first. So I took a deep breath, collecting my thoughts, but that damned waitress came back, purring and cooing like a cat.