Lunch with the Do-Nothings at the Tammy Dinette by Killian B. Brewer

Author:Killian B. Brewer [Brewer, Killian B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: ensemble cast, Fiction, Gay, gay fiction, gay romance, Romantic Comedy, southern
ISBN: 9781945053283
Publisher: Interlude Press
Published: 2017-01-13T00:27:48+00:00

Chapter Nine

“What you making there, sugar?” Francine walked behind Marcus and bumped her hip into his backside. She placed her hands on his hips as she peeked over his shoulder at the eggs sizzling on the griddle and let out a low whistle. “Scrambled eggs? Nothing but the fancy stuff to impress a certain fella, huh?”

Marcus picked up the spatula and scooped the eggs off the grill and onto a toasted slice of wheat bread sitting on a plate. He looked over at Francine and stuck out his tongue. “It’s not just scrambled eggs, it’s a full-on sandwich.”

“You going to put some cheese on that?”

“It’s already cooked into the eggs. That’s my secret weapon.”

“Secret weapon or not, it’s still just an egg sandwich.” Francine turned up her nose and sniffed.

“It’s what he said he wanted and, again, I’m not trying to impress anyone. This is simply a way to say thank you for all the help he is giving me with my car.”

“I see,” Francine replied and then smirked. “Just a thank-you.” She looked up and nodded toward the counter. “There is absolutely nothing about that very good-looking man sitting at the counter that interests you in any way whatsoever.”

Marcus looked from the bacon sizzling on the griddle to stare at Hank sitting at the counter. Hank’s head was lowered as he played with several packs of sugar he had spread out in front of him in a seemingly random pattern. Occasionally, he nodded his head politely as Paulette chattered away at him across the counter, though he never looked up from his hands. He said something to her out of the corner of his mouth, and Paulette threw her head back and laughed.

“What is she doing?” Marcus asked as Paulette leaned closer to the counter top, exposing more of her cleavage through the neckline of her pink uniform top.

Francine stood on her tiptoes to look out into the diner at her daughter. “Oh, don’t worry about her. She can’t help herself.” Francine laughed and swatted Marcus with the dishrag she held. “And look at him. Who could blame her? It’s harmless.”

“And a waste of her time,” Marcus said and grunted.

“Hmm. A little jealous for someone who is just saying thank you, don’t you think?”

Marcus made a sour face at Francine before turning to look out at Hank. He could see the corners of Hank’s brown eyes wrinkle as he smiled at something Paulette was saying to him. “Okay. Yes. He is good-looking, but I already told y’all that I’m not looking for anything right now. We just had a really good time talking at the bar the other night. Skeet finally had to tell me to shut up and drag me out of there.”

Hank shrugged and shook his head at Paulette, keeping his attention on the packets he shuffled around on the counter. Marcus could tell that Hank was bored with the conversation and was merely being polite. Hank glanced up and made eye contact with him through the opening.

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