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I say her name, drawing out the tail end, and I notice the second she sees past my beard, roughened exterior and into my eyes. I don’t quite fit in the corporate world much to my brothers’ chagrin. Never quite got around to shedding the look of a SEAL to fit what others thought a business man should look like.
Tonight, here, is no different. My biker jacket, heavy boots and black jeans make me look like an outsider.
But it doesn’t seem to bother Kandy.
She gives me a quick once over before the blush on her cheeks fades and she’s walled off whatever emotion put that blush there to begin with.
Probably the same memories flooding my brain and then the reminder of me leaving.
Interesting. What’s more interesting is why she's serving pie in a bona fide wedding dress to begin with. Halloween night is supposed to be for children, and I don’t see one of those half pints walking around here. So what’s up with the costume?
“Have a seat, Hot Shot.” Those violet eyes flash up at me. “Don’t ever try to get between these men and their pie again or you might suffer the consequences. Not a threat. Just a fact.”
Damn.Just like the old days.Her mouth moved and my cock got hard as a rock.
I offer a cocky smirk and tip an invisible hat, John Wayne style, that earns me no brownie points. But I do get a twitch of her lip and that counts for something. “Yes, ma’am.”
Seeing the perfect bow of her lips again brings back fond memories of times going up to the town’s lookout point, Kandy’s Peak. Named after her by us high schoolers back in the day because she dragged all of us up there on summer nights. And a few nights it was just us. Nothing happened past second base, but it came close. I got my first taste of Kandy up on that hill, and damn, does seeing her bring back some good times.
It isn’t hard to imagine the pretty red of her lips wrapped around my dick again. But the hard look in her eyes says I might be just as likely to get the bite of her teeth this time around.
I look on as she bustles around, getting plates and forks. She’s different. I notice it in the set of her shoulders. Pinned back, ready to take anyone on. The Kandy I knew didn’t have it in her to be a hard ass. But time changes people.
I back away, hands up. This is not the hill I want to die on today.
I return to my seat, watching her pass out slices of pie topped with whipped cream to the men licking their lips like starved wolves. You’d think they'd never seen pie before. Or a lady in a pretty dress.
As she busies herself, I sit back and appreciate the once slight curves that have filled out the girl I used to know into the woman I’m seeing today. White satin clings to her ample breasts, and despite the chilled weather she’s opted for a bare arm look. The thing pushing her breasts up hugs a feminine yet not-too-thin waist and from there I can only imagine what’s under all those fluffy layers.
When it comes for my turn, Kandy slides a plate my way and bolts for the swinging doors. But not before our gazes lock and our fingers brush together. In that one second everything we shared in the past links us together again. I don’t know how, but I swear a zing of current passes between us. Maybe it has something to do with it being All Hallows’ Eve and the veils being weak and all that magic stuff we hear growing up.
Sounds like utter bullshit, but I lived through war, lost men I considered family and now a parent. I work damn hard not to take anything for granted and this, when our fingers brush together, slams into me harder than a two-ton bull doing eighty.
Sure as the pie sitting in front of me.
In a flurry of white, as fast as she came in, Kandy slips away.
I signal to Tommy who is at a booth behind me. “What’s with the wedding gown?”
“Keep your voice down, son? You want to ruin it for all of us?” Theo cuts in. He gets a good look at me and recognition dawns but he doesn’t say much to the point of me being Wolfe’s boy, just a curt, “Never mind the why, just enjoy the pie, boy.”
But the guy beside him, someone new since I left, leans in, eager to spill details. “Today was supposed to be her wedding day. But, about an hour before the wedding this morning, Kandy found her maid of honor blowing the groom. Messy stuff. Kandy ran both of them out of town with her shotgun.” He points to a double-barrel standing in the corner of the diner and I give a low whistle.
“Okay then.”
I think I have a new appreciation for the pretty brunette.
“We all figure she’ll get over it at some point. But in the meantime, she’s angry baking and we’re here to reap the benefits. Tommy over there asked if she wanted to change outta her dress. That he would tend to the diner while she did. Bad idea.”
Tommy chuckles from behind me.
“She tossed a pie at his head and went back to baking.”
“Best pumpkin pie I ever tasted. Don’t tell the missus I said that.”
“Theo,” another man chimes up in a gruff whisper, “...you left out the best part.”
Theo, plate in hand, comes to stand beside me, all grins. “Oh, yeah. You see, the real reason she’s pissed is because she was waiting for her wedding night.According to the wife,our Kandy there hasn’t been so quiet about what she’s been looking forward to in marriage.” His voice drops lower on those last words, and he shrugs with a sullen look on his face that says he feels for the girl. “Now she’s sworn off all men. Been cursing the gender all day. Since she’s not off relishing the evening as a new bride, she’s channeling all that energy into her pies.”
