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She sighs, “Did you hear what she said?”
“I think so, why? Do you know her? That—somebody’s been getting around—thing?”
“Yeah,” Lara looks at me sadly. “I came here with Bret about a month ago. I guess that means I’m the town whore now.”
Seeing Lara so sad is like someone is twisting a knife in my chest. I stand without thinking.
“Where are you going?” Lara grabs my arm, but I keep going.
I take a few steps and scan the crowd for Denise. The place is quite big, but I spot her three rows over towards the front.
I make a bee-line for her.
She sees me coming, surprise written all over her face, then she gives me the trained—how can I help you—smile.
I grab her by the arm, “Hey!” I pull her to the corner, out of earshot.
I get right up in her grill and say, “Do you know who we are?”
“What do you mean? I didn’t—”
“I said—do you know who we are?”
“The Twisted…” she whispers the last part. “Reapers.”
“THE WHAT?” I think half the diner hears me over the clattering of their dishes and cutlery.
“The Twisted Reapers!” She says it much clearer this time.
“That’s right, so I shouldn’t need to have come over here and threaten some fuckin waitress to show us the same courtesy you’d grant any of these other customers.I’vekicked the living shit out of motherfuckers for less—theyhaven’t.”
“I’m sorry,” her eyes well up.
“Don’t tell me, tell Lara. Andmeanit!” I let go of her and head back to our table.
I get a few stares along the way but I ignore them.
When I sit down, Lara looks at me with shock, “What the hell was that about?”
I shake my head, “Stupid fucking waitress. This whole town is here because ofus. She needs to learn her place.”
We’re both quiet until Denise shows up with our food and our coffee. It comes faster than I expect. When she lays everything out, she takes a half step back, looking very contrite, and says, “I’m sorry for what I said, Lara. I was rude and your personal life is none of my business. I spoke out of turn. You’ve been nothing but nice to me and you deserve better. Please accept my apology.”
“I accept,” Lara says. “Thank you, Denise.”
Denise nods, “Enjoy your breakfast.” She’s gone as quick as her feet will carry her. Dumb bitch. Howdareshe?!
“Wow!” Lara’s flares her eye in disbelief.
“Forget about her, let’s have our breakfast and get out of here.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Lara
Nick must’ve done a hell of a hell of a number on Denise because she’s as quiet as a church mouse for the rest of our breakfast.
When we are done, we pay the bill and I wave goodbye—Nick stares at her like a turd on the sidewalk.
