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“I’ve just spent the last three days fixing everything you fucked up,” Brock told Kenny, returning the old guy’s glare with one of his own. “The accounting, the invoices, you name it. And why thehelldidn’t you make our orders for stuff like potatoes and flour recurring on our supplier’s website? There’s no excuse for the diner running out of basic ingredients as often as we have.”
“Website?” Kenny echoed. “Why the hell would I use a computer when I could just call someone at Robbie’s Restaurant Supply? I’ve always done it that way, and the folks there know me.” He shook his head disparagingly. “Website. Hah!”
Brock stared at him, momentarily speechless, then slowly shook his head. His mama’s ghost would slap him silly if he cussed out the old guy like he deserved.
“Go home, Kenny,” he said as calmly as he could. “We’re done here.”
“Just you wait, kid.” Kenny’s lips twisted in scorn. “You’ll come crawling back soon enough, once you realize you don’t know what the hell you’re doin’. Pamela must be rolling in her grave right now!”
With that, Kenny turned on his heel and left.
“Poor guy. He probably doesn’t know what to with himself now that he’s not here all the time.” Summer sounded sympathetic as she rose from her seat and came up next to Brock.
Brock sighed and shook his head before locking up. “Why can’t he just enjoy his retirement? Most folks are counting down the days until they can stop working.”
Together, they watched Kenny march across the street to the grassy town square. He made a beeline for the picnic tables under the trees where the town’s retirees liked to hang out and play chess.
Brock became acutely aware of just how close Summer was standing. A wisp of fine golden hair had escaped from the confines of her black cap. His fingers itched to tuck it behind the delicate curve of her ear.
Then Summer turned to him. “Thanks for defending me just now.”
She put her hand on his bare arm.
Brock didn’t think, just reacted. He caught a flash of her startled expression before he pulled her into his arms and bent to kiss her. Her mouth was every bit as soft and hot as he’d been imagining.
His cock sprang to life, rising to the occasion after months of neglect, and pressed eagerly against the tight confines of his jeans.
She stiffened in his embrace, and he began to pull back.
Shit. That was stupid of me, he thought, unsuccessfully trying to summon up regret.
Even if she slapped him for it, he was still glad he’d finally done the thing he’d dreamed about but never dared back in high school.
Instead, her hands grabbed his shoulders, halting his retreat. She went up on tiptoes and kissed him right back.
Hallelujah!He wrapped his arms around her strong, curvy body, pulled her close, and devoured her lips like a starving man. He plunged his tongue into her wet, welcoming mouth and ground his aching hard-on against the soft curve of her belly.
He’d kissed a lot of women—his hated high school nickname had been “Brock the Cock”—but he’d never experienced anything like this before. Summer was heat and desire and pure magic in his arms.
Brock wanted more. Alotmore.
Summer’s hips thrust against him, creating delicious friction over his stiff length. Needy sounds rose from her throat, and he wanted to come on the spot.
Every nerve in his body screamed that he had to have her.Now.
He began walking her towards the back of the diner, where they wouldn’t be on display to anyone walking by.
Then something abruptly began crowing loudly like a rooster and vibrating against his chest.
She immediately broke the kiss and shoved him away with surprising strength.
Startled, he let go of her. “What the fuck is that?”
“Oh, God,” she panted, reaching into the breast pocket of her coat. “It’s my phone. I’ll turn it off.”
She pulled out her cellphone and paused. Brock glimpsed “Grandma A” displayed on the Caller ID.
“Sorry, I have to take this.” She threw him an apologetic glance.
