Page 8 of On Her Team
I open my mouth to respond but someone hollers my name. With a mumbled sorry, I rush away.
I have a waitressing shift today. Sometimes I’m the hostess. And sometimes I bartend. Whatever is needed, I can do it. I pick up as many shifts as I can.
“Table five needs service,” the bartender says as I tie my apron around my waist and stuff my phone in one of the pockets.
I grab some menus before making my way to the table. My steps slow when I realize who’s sitting there. It’s the same group of men from the other night at Mermaid Karaoke. Including Gage.
He notices me and smiles. His dimple makes an appearance and my knees wobble.
This is ridiculous. I’m not a damsel in distress. I order my knees to behave and continue to the table.
“Hi, Addy.”
“Hello, Gage Edwards.”
The man next to him barks out a laugh. “She really doesn’t know who you are.”
He must have told them about our conversation at theBootlegger.
“These are my teammates. Tanner, Nolan, Brock, and Corbin.”
“Do you all play on the same soccer team as Gage?”
Gage’s eyes narrow. “We play football and you know it.”
“I do?” I tap my chin. “Oh, wait. I’m supposed to know who you are.”
“You can’t make fun of me for being surprised you don’t know who I am.”
I scrunch my nose. “I can’t? Is this a law?”
“I like her,” Nolan declares.
“Good. I was worried about Gage’s teammates not liking me.”
“She’s sarcastic.” Tanner grins. “I love her.”
Gage punches his shoulder. “Knock it off.”
“Since I’ve already won the love and affection of your teammates, it’s time to order. Who knows what they want?”
“I’ll have the double cheeseburger with a side of hot wings, mac and cheese, and a baked potato,” Brock says.
I blink at him. “Should I add half a cow to your order?”
“I forgot coleslaw. And can we get a round of appetizers first?”
I was joking but apparently he’s not. “How many appetizers?”
“I’ll have the mixed platter.” He shuts his menu and sets it on the table. “Does anyone else want appetizers?”
“You can lift your jaw from the floor now,” Gage says.
I clear my throat. “Sorry. I didn’t expect him to order the entire menu.”
“I’m hungry,” Brock grumbles.
“What does everyone else want? I should take your order quick before poor Brock withers into nothingness.”
