Page 46 of Ruin

And Gigi has no idea what such a small action means to that huge man beside her.

Gigi tugs on his hand. “Come on, Zweus. Pancakes!”

He bites down a smile and keeps moving with her into the diner.

I pick my heart up off the floor and walk through the door that Zeus is holding open for me.

“Thanks.” I smile at him.

Gigi’s already running over to a booth and climbing in it. She settles Princess Twilight Sparkle on her left side.

I take a seat across from her.

Zeus hesitates, seeming unsure of where to sit. But Gigi makes the decision for him.

“Sit here, Zweus.” She pats the seat beside her.

He slides into the booth. His long legs bump into mine under the table.

My eyes flash up to his. Just even the touch of his jean-clad leg has heat racing up my skin.

“Sorry,” he says, but his eyes don’t look like he means it.

He shifts his legs to the side, so they’re stretched just outside the booth.

“Hey, Miss Gigi, Cam,” Megan, one of the waitresses, says, coming over to us.

We know everyone in here pretty well, as we’re here often.

I see her steps falter as she spots Zeus sitting there. I watch as her eyes rake over Zeus, and I don’t like the feeling it leaves in my stomach.

“Hi, Megan.” Gigi beams at her. “You got me a picture to color?”

“Of course.” Megan hands her one of the pictures and crayons that the diner provides to keep the kids entertained. “And who’s this?” Megan asks, her eyes on Zeus, a flirtatious edge to her expression that has me frowning.

“This is Zweus,” Gigi volunteers up the information. “He’s an old fwiend of Mommy’s, and he’s my new fwiend. And he’s a box.” She gives a toothy grin.

Zeus chuckles.

“Not a box, Gigi. A boxer,” I remind her.

“Oh, yeah. I’s forgot.”

“Zeus Kincaid.” Megan tips her head in an unmistakably flirtatious manner, a smile touching her lips. “The boxer.”

“That’s me,” he says, grinning at her.

I have the sudden urge to kick him under the table.

Megan is pretty. Really pretty. A few years younger than me. Platinum-blonde hair. Has a bust size I’d kill for. She’s nice. And I like her; I do. But, right now, I’m not liking so much the way she’s looking at Zeus. Or the smile he’s currently giving her in return.

I recognize that look on his face. He used to look at me that way when he was getting ready to disengage my clothes from me.

Something bitter twists in my gut.

He’s supposed to be spending time getting to know his daughter, not flirting with the waitress.

Yeah, sure, Cam, that’s the only reason you’re all of a sudden feeling stabby.