Sexy Stranger(3)

"Takes one to know one, sweetheart," he said, narrowing his eyes on mine.

Now that his hat was out of the way, I could see the almost evergreen color of his eyes plain and clear. Or if I really wanted an up-close look, I could glance over at his twin brother sitting next to me. They might have been the most identical twins I'd ever seen-from their green eyes to the slope of their noses, right down to the dimples they both had on each cheek. The two were practically carbon copies. If I weren't so annoyed by the one sitting across from me, I might have cozied up to the idea of spending a little time with them while I was stuck in this town, because the sexiness factor was definitely doubled too.

"I just came here to eat," I finally said, wanting to end the pointless argument.

He tugged his hat back around. "Me too."

Our conversation ended there. The glaring, however, continued for the next several minutes.

I took a deep breath and tried not to let his arrogance get the best of me. The only problem was that he was the sexiest man I'd ever seen in real life. They didn't make men like him in New York, all rugged and rough around the edges.

"All right, folks," the waitress said, finally stopping at our table. "Can I get ya some drinks, or just sweet tea all around?"

"I'll take a water with lemon," I said as the Wilders all nodded for iced tea.

The waitress nodded. "Yes, ma'am."

"And can I get a menu?"

As soon as the question was out of my mouth, the waitress and everyone within earshot snickered.

I was confused. This was a restaurant, right?

"Lunch is up on the board." The waitress turned to point at a chalkboard on the wall. "What you see is what you get." She smiled and left to check on another table.

"It's family-style," Molly explained.

"What does that mean?"

"One big meal brought out all in big bowls. All served at once."

"Oh." I finally realized what she meant. "Like Thanksgiving."

"Exactly!"

Not that any of my Thanksgiving dinners had been served that way. My family always had a fully catered meal with some fanciful version of turkey and stuffing. I imagined this particular meal was going to be more like what I saw on television. Happy families, one big bowl of mashed potatoes, and smiles all around. Definitely not like the dinners in my memories.

Family-style wasn't in my vocabulary. And more than that, I was used to my privacy, not having to fight for elbow room and listen to other people's private conversations.

I flagged down the waitress as she passed by with a tray of biscuits. "Excuse me, but do you have a booth, or maybe just a private table in back? It's been a hell of a day, and-"

She tucked a loose lock of hair back into her braid. "I'm going to take a wild guess and wager you're not from around here."

What does that have to do with anything?

My gaze wandered back to the hottie across from me. He was smirking.



       
         
       
        

"Does this make you uncomfortable?" he asked. "Sitting close to me?"

I looked back to the waitress for help, but she was already gone.

"I'm not uncomfortable," I said, straightening my posture.

His eyebrows jumped up as he studied me. "You look uncomfortable."

Realizing that my spine was ramrod straight and my hands were fisted in my lap, I huffed out a sigh.

A few moments later, platters generously piled with home-cooked food were delivered, and those seated around me wasted no time in loading up their plates.

"You're not going to eat?" Duke asked, leaning over to inspect my plate.

And this was why I wanted a private table. I didn't want someone checking on my progress like I was a finicky toddler who needed supervising. I didn't generally eat carbs, or things that were deep-fried in lard.

"I am eating," I told him, forking up one of the beans on my plate. "These green beans are delicious."

"Probably because they're cooked in bacon," the hottie said, his first words since the meal had started. "So, I hope you're into fat," he added with a smirk.

Not wanting to give him a bit of satisfaction, I bit into the green bean and smiled as I slowly used my lips to pull it from the fork. I didn't miss the way his eyes widened as I ate. I learned a long time ago via Clueless that drawing attention to your mouth was always a surefire way to garner a man's attention. Bacon fat be damned.

"I am, actually," I said. "Makes it slide down easier."

I watched with delight as he swallowed hard. Serves you right, pal.