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Aleck shrugged. “I try not to be, but obviously not having to worry about money has affected me in ways I hadn’t realized.”
“But you two are cool?” Jag asked.
“Yeah.”
“Good.” Jag paused, then asked, “She talk about her friend at all?”
He smirked. “You mean the cute waitress you haven’t been able to take your eyes off of all night?”
Jag shrugged.
Aleck sobered. “Just that she’s not all that keen on dating right now. I guess she’s got an asshole ex.”
“Shit,” Jag swore softly, then straightened in his chair. “Well, the only easy day was yesterday.”
Aleck rolled his eyes at the same time as Midas and Mustang. The phrase was a fairly popular SEAL saying, but he wasn’t sure it really applied to dating a gun-shy woman. Though it wasn’t as if he was an expert in relationships.
Just then, the woman in question headed for their table, and Aleck smiled when Jag sat even straighter.
“Can I get you something to drink?” Carly asked Aleck.
“Iced tea, please,” he said.
Carly smiled. “Of course.”
They all watched as she glanced briefly at Jag, blushed, then hurried away after making sure everyone else was still good with their drinks.
“She might be gun-shy,” Mustang said softly. “But she isn’t un-interested.”
“I can be patient,” Jag said, sipping his beer.
His friend’s interest in the waitress was intriguing, but Aleck’s attention was already caught by Kenna. She was welcoming a couple sitting on the other side of the bar, and he couldn’t take his eyes off her. He hadn’t been this into a woman in a long while.
When she’d taken their order and headed back toward the kitchen, her gaze met his, and she smiled.
It felt good to know the attraction wasn’t one-sided.
Aleck sat back, happy to chill for as long as Elodie and Lexie wanted to stay. Even if he couldn’t talk to Kenna, it was nice to simply be in the same place as she was.
Chapter Four
Kenna felt almost giddy. She hadn’t been this excited about a guy in…
She wasn’t sure how long it had been, just that it had definitely been a while. Marshall was funny, and clearly not afraid to admit when he’d made a mistake. She’d been disappointed at the way he’d looked down on the fact that she was a professional waitress, but he’d seemed genuine with his apology.
And she couldn’t help but remember how good it felt to hold his hand. It was silly, but his thumb brushing back and forth over her knuckles had sent goose bumps racing down her arm.
She liked how close he seemed with his friends too. She wanted any man she dated to have his own interests. She’d seen how clingy Shawn was with Carly. At first it had seemed romantic that he wanted to know where she was all the time and when she’d get home. But then it had started to get…overbearing.
“So, that went well, yeah?” Carly asked when they had two minutes between orders to talk.
Kenna couldn’t keep the huge smile off her face. “Yeah, it did.”
“Good. I like seeing you happy.”
“Now, don’t go getting all crazy. We just talked for half an hour. We weren’t planning our wedding or anything,” Kenna warned her friend.
“I know, but seriously, you’re glowing,” Carly said.
