Touch Me (One Night with Sole Regret #4)(34)

"Are you happy?" Kellen said.

"Getting there," Owen said.

Kellen smiled to himself, ducking his head so Owen didn't see it, but Caitlyn did. She wondered how much darker Kellen would be without Owen in his life.

Caitlyn felt a strange sense of pride as Owen walked her through the nearly deserted restaurant with his hand on her lower back. At this time of night, there weren't many people to witness that they were together, but she was pleasantly surprised that heads turned. Most of them were female heads checking out Owen and Kellen, but a few were men and she was pretty sure their eyes were on her. They were probably wondering what was good enough about her to gain Owen's attention. She always wondered that when she saw an average guy with a really hot woman, so she assumed men wondered how an average woman ended up with a really hot guy too.

"Sit wherever you like," a harried-looking waitress called from behind the counter. She seemed to be working the entire dining room alone.

They snagged a booth near the back, and Caitlyn found herself trapped against the wall beside Owen. Kellen sat wearily across from them. The menus were stuck behind the napkin holder, so Caitlyn took it upon herself to pass them around.

She was probably too anxious to eat. She really wanted to be alone with Owen now that she'd made it clear that she wasn't interested in being naughty in public and he'd made it clear that he was making a concession for her. Since he was breaking his own rules, she wouldn't mind it so much if he broke one of hers. Especially since he'd retracted his earlier statement about not sleeping with her outside of the sex club. She was ready for a little foreplay.

"Do they have anything that isn't swimming in grease?" Kellen asked as he perused the menu and wiped off the tell-tale grease spots.

The waitress chose that moment to arrive. "The water is low in fat," she said and smiled at Kellen.



       
         
       
        

"I'll have one of those," Kellen said. "Bottled."

"Okay."

"Do you have pastrami?" Owen asked hopefully.

"Sandwiches are on the back of the menu."

Owen flipped his menu over and ran a finger down the plastic. "Score! I'll have a pastrami on rye." He glanced at Caitlyn and winked. "Extra pastrami. Do you have waffle fries?"

"No, sorry. Just have the regular kind."

"Side of chips then."

"To drink?"

"Bottled water. What do you want, Caitlyn?"

"Is your pie any good?" Caitlyn asked.

Owen chuckled. "What do you think, Kellen? Is her pie any good?"

Caitlyn slapped Owen with her menu.

"Not in the mood for pie jokes, Owen," Kellen said.

The waitress flushed and crossed her arms. "My pie is excellent," she said, "but the diner's is mediocre. The cheesecake is good though."

"I'll have a piece of cheesecake then," Caitlyn said. After the workout she'd just had with Owen, a few extra calories wouldn't hurt. "Kellen, you're going to get more than water, aren't you?"

"I'd like to try the pie," Kellen said, grinning, "but I guess I'll go with cheesecake too."

"You can try the pie," the waitress said. She tossed her hair behind her shoulders. "You can try anything you see."

Caitlyn's eyes were on Owen. And he watched Kellen's reaction carefully. He really was fascinated with his best friend's sex life.

"Cheesecake for now. Maybe I'll be hungry for pie later."

Owen smiled. "Do you want something to drink, Caitlyn?" he said, turning his attention to her.

"Tea?"

"Sweet and iced?" the waitress asked.

"Yes, please," she said.

The waitress gave Kellen one more look of longing and then headed toward the counter with their order.

"She's into you, man," Owen said.

"Every woman in the room is into him," Caitlyn said.

"Including you?" Owen asked.

She shook her head and slid a hand over his thigh. "Not when I'm sitting next to you. But if I wasn't already in lust with you, yeah, I'd be into him too."

"This is why I make him hide when I try to pick up a girl," Owen said. "If they see him first … " Owen shrugged.

"Not buying it," Caitlyn said. "You're both gorgeous. Just depends on if you like your men dark and mysterious, or light and-"

"Annoying," Kellen supplied. 

"I was going to say sweet," Caitlyn said.

"I'm not sweet."

He totally was. In the limo, Kellen had only validated what she'd already suspected. "I mean excellent in bed."