Clay was used to people bowing to his anger. His gaze became softer as he lowered his voice. Stick to the groupies. They love you. Especially when he thought of the soft and kind Miss Dylan. He turned around, watching her talk to Judy, admiring the way the white apron hugged her hips.
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He eyed the attractive blonde in surprise. He swallowed hard, choosing instead to focus on the warm feeling in his chest. He was oddly touched by the gift, simple though it might be. With the exception of his best friends, Wyatt and Jules, this waitress was the first person in a very long time that bothered to do something nice for him without expecting him to sweat or bleed in return. He liked the pretty waitress with her sparkling eyes and thick hair wrapped up in a bun on top of her head that showed every color of blonde imaginable.
He thought her glasses were charming and her figure was lush. Full hips, even fuller breasts, she looked sort of like a very huggable angel. The fluorescent lights framed her beautiful, round face with deep dimples that magically appeared when she smiled. Everything about her was soft and innocent in a way most of the women he knew would never be. Without thinking, he reached out with lightning-fast reflexes. He grabbed her wrist before she could get too far, making her jump in shock.
Clay winced at her sharp reaction, knowing he was intimidating whether he wanted to be or not. Happy Thanksgiving. He bit his lip against doing something stupid like asking her on one of those dates real people had with flowers and candlelit dinners, or just simply blurting out he thought she looked like an honest to God angel in that waitress uniform.
Rather than gawk at the waitress, which was what he really felt like doing, he focused his attention on the pie, trying to decide if big bites would make it easier to choke down or small ones would lessen the impact. Clay knew what lost soul had walked in without looking, and turned his focus back to the dreaded pie. Are ya gonna catch a quick bite? Having you serve me is always the highlight of my night. He was poking at it with his fork when a large, ominous shadow darkened his table. Handsome and cocky as ever, Wyatt gave him a bemused smile.
He choked, forcing himself to swallow it. The redhead was always pink-cheeked when Wyatt was around.
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He eyed the attractive blonde in surprise. He swallowed hard, choosing instead to focus on the warm feeling in his chest. He was oddly touched by the gift, simple though it might be. With the exception of his best friends, Wyatt and Jules, this waitress was the first person in a very long time that bothered to do something nice for him without expecting him to sweat or bleed in return.
Defying the Odds
Defying the Odds Battered Hearts 1 14 Kele Moon Clay leaned against the mop as he admired the way Melody looked bent over the sink, still elbow-deep in the steaming water. I can see my reflection in those tiles. All we got to eat back at the house are a buncha microwave meals and protein drinks. Clay started mopping as he thought about the answer. The house was real lonely after Big Fred died, just weird feeling without him. Habit mostly. Not so bad.