![]() Without thinking, he reached out with lightning-fast reflexes. Everything about her was soft and innocent in a way most of the women he knew would never be. The fluorescent lights framed her beautiful, round face with deep dimples that magically appeared when she smiled. Full hips, even fuller breasts, she looked sort of like a very huggable angel. He thought her glasses were charming and her figure was lush. He liked the pretty waitress with her sparkling eyes and thick hair wrapped up in a bun on top of her head that showed every color of blonde imaginable. She turned to leave, but he didn’t want her to. With the exception of his best friends, Wyatt and Jules, this waitress was the first person in a very long time that bothered to do something nice for him without expecting him to sweat or bleed in return. He was oddly touched by the gift, simple though it might be. He swallowed hard, choosing instead to focus on the warm feeling in his chest. He glanced back at the plate, resisting the urge to gag. “I saw you were eating alone, and I thought, that man needs a piece of pumpkin pie.” “For Thanksgiving,” she said, her voice soft and musical to his ears. ![]() She gave him a broad smile that made her green eyes glow bright and vibrant beneath her black-rimmed glasses. He eyed the attractive blonde in surprise. ![]() “I didn’t order this.”Ĭlay’s gaze snapped to the new waitress. ![]() Clay looked at the small blue plate placed in front of him, his usual scowl growing deeper. ![]()
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