Page 11 of Thirsty Bodyguard Summer
“That might be the best thing anyone’s said to me this week.”
“It’s Friday morning.”
“I’ve had a difficult week.”
“You arrived yesterday.”
“Exactly.”
The server returned with menus, two glasses of water, and orange juice for me.
“Do you need time?”
“I’ll take the Western omelet, pancakes, fruit, and wheat toast.”
Cassidy lifted her brows.
“I burn a lot of calories.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You were about to.”
“I was deciding whether we’d need a second table.”
The server looked at Cassidy. “And for you?”
“Two eggs, toast, and fruit, please.”
“Do you want bacon?”
“Yes, I do.”
I waited until the server left. “You hesitated before ordering bacon.”
“I was considering whether I’d have time to eat it.”
“That’s tragic.”
“That’s protection work.”
“Still tragic.”
Cassidy drank some water. A strand of bright hair had escaped near her temple, curling in the humidity. Her sleeveless top left her freckled shoulders bare. I wanted to trace the scattered marks with my mouth until she forgot every exit in the room.
She set down her glass.
“What?”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You were about to.”
“Now you’re stealing my lines.”
“I’m identifying a pattern.”
A phone camera rose above the booth across the aisle. The woman holding it froze when Cassidy looked at her, then lowered it and pretended to study her menu.
