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I looked in his direction.

Pee Bee.

“Yes?” I asked.

“You said the food’s good, right?”

“It’s fantastic. Really.”

“Everything?”

“Everything.”

“What about the lettuce?”

“Lettuce falls into the everything category,” I said, straight-faced. “It’s fresh, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Where’s it come from?”

“Mexico, I think.”

He closed his menu. A look of disgust washed over him. “I don’t fuck with Mexican lettuce.”

“We can leave it off.”

“Take everyone else’s order, and come back to me,” he said. “I’ll think about it.”

I took everyone’s order before coming back to Pee Bee. After taking his order, I put my hands on my hips and gave the group one last look before turning away. “Anything else?”

Reno cleared his throat. “You didn’t write any of that down.” He undressed me with his eyes before continuing. “How you gonna get it right?”

His expressed interest made me feel uneasy and nervous. In a good way. I tapped the tip of my finger against my temple. “I’ve got a good memory.”

“Bullshit,” he said, nodding toward my apron. “You’ve got a recorder.”

“A what?”

He locked eyes with me. “A recorder.”

I laughed.

Seeming certain that his claim of me using a recorder was correct, he continued his stone-faced stare.

“What do you do for a living?” I asked.

His eyes narrowed. “Huh?”

“Your job,” I said. “What’s your job? Besides being an antagonist, a biker, and a heartbreaker?”

“You’ve got the heartbreaker part right,” Crip sniggered. “How’d you guess?”

“I can see it in his eyes,” I deadpanned. “He fears commitment.”

Truthfully, I saw nothing. It was probably a good guess, though. Bikers were known for being free spirits, and Reno was far too good-looking to be single for any other reason than personal choice. I guessed that he’d broken a heart or two in his travels.

“I don’t fear anything,” Reno insisted. “Repeat the order back. Who ordered what?”

Pee Bee threw a wadded napkin at him. “You keep fucking with her and she’s gonna forget it. Leave her alone. Let her do her damned job.”