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“No, but I recognize the car. The color is metallic blue—you don’t see that color around here. I wonder if she’s a tourist.” Eagle kept staring out the window.
“You’re starting to act like a pussy, dude.”
Eagle cut his eyes to Crow and grumbled, “Fuck off.”
He grinned. “You know I’m right. Just wait until she comes in. Staring out the window like a fuckin’ puppy is pathetic.”
Holding up his middle finger, Eagle slumped against the back cushion. “I was just surprised to see the car, that’s all.”
“Yeah … right.” Crow looked at the large clock hanging over the counter. “I gotta get going in about an hour. What time are you meeting up with Cueball?”
“Later—around ten, but if things work out with this sweet piece, Cueball will be on his own.” Eagle glanced back at the lot, and a wide grin spread across his face. “Yeah—that’s the one. There’s another chick with her, so maybe we can both have some fun.”
A flush of adrenaline raced through Crow’s body when he saw Angela and another woman walking toward the diner’s entrance. Scanning the lot again, he recognized her car and suddenly felt a prick of anger. The idea that she’d flirted with Eagle pissed the hell out of Crow, and he wasn’t sure why. It wasn’t like he and Angela had anything going on—they never even exchanged names—but thinking about her making a play for his buddy irked him to no end.
He watched as Helen led the two women to a small booth across from Crow and Eagle. The overhead lights captured the wisps of gold highlighting in her hair. His gaze skimmed over her, stalling briefly at her round, perky tits before dropping to the straight skirt hugging her hips and thighs. The things that skirt did to her body had him shifting in his seat.Damn, she’s hot.A quick glance at Eagle verified that he was thinking the same thing.
He heard Eagle mutter, “Fuckin’ perfect” under his breath, and once again, it pissed him off. Crow didn’t know what it was about Angela that affected him, but she did. She was pretty and hot, as were a lot of women, so it wasn’t that.
“The one with the tight-as-fuck skirt is for me, bro,” Eagle said.
Body tensing, Crow ground his teeth.
“You looked pissed.”
Before he could answer his friend, he heard a soft gasp from the table next to theirs and glanced over to meet her startled eyes. A slight pink blush tinged her light olive complexion; then, she looked away for a second and returned her gaze to his.
“It’syou,” she said.
Her warm, honeyed voice—breathy and soft—slid over Crow, turning him the hell on. There was no doubt about it; she had the most incredible, fuckable voice he’d ever heard.
The woman sitting across from Angela turned and looked Crow over while Eagle stared at him with the dumbest expression he’d seen on his buddy’s face in a while.
“Hey,” he replied to Angela.
Shaking his head, Eagle said, “You knowher?”
Without his eyes leaving hers, Crow shrugged. “Yeah.”
“Fuck,” Eagle grumbled.
“I’ve never been here before,” Angela said.
“The food’s good. We come here a lot.”
As if trying to prove what he was saying, Tammy shuffled up to the table and smiled as she started to clear away the dishes.
“Are you ready for some of that coconut cream pie?”
“Yeah, I’ll take a slice,” Eagle said grudgingly.
“Did you change you’re mind?” she asked, glancing at Crow.
“No.” he said.
“Want me to give you a slice for later? It’s on the house, sweetie.”
“Nah, I’m working late tonight, but thanks.”
