Promise Me by Monica Alexander

Author:Monica Alexander [Alexander, Monica]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B01IJS5JKK
Goodreads: 30825698
Publisher: Smashwords Edition
Published: 2016-07-15T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Kate

“Hey blondie, can you grab me another beer?” Pete asked me as I took the orders of the college students who were at the table across from Jack and his friends.

God, I hated Pete. He was such an ass.

“Pete, don’t be an ass,” I heard Jack tell him, and I smiled to myself.

At least Jack tried to keep him in check – even if Pete never listened to him.

“I’m not being an ass,” he defended loudly. “I’m out of beer, and as my waitress, her job is to get me another one. I was just asking for what I want.”

“It was your tone, dude,” Logan told him. “Kate’s cool, and she’s a good waitress. I’m sure as soon as she finishes taking that order, she’ll bring you your beer.”

“I should have already had my beer,” Pete grumbled.

Such an ass.

“Shut up, Pete,” Jack told him.

Thankfully, the beer I’d already ordered for Pete arrived a few seconds later, one of the other waitresses having grabbed it and brought it over. Everyone knew what a jerk he could be, so they all pitched in to help out in an effort to keep the bitching to a minimum. I appreciated that, since Jack and his friends always requested to sit in my section on Sundays.

“Thanks Michelle,” I called over my shoulder. She smiled knowingly at me, and I turned back to my table, addressing the last person who needed to order. “What can I get for you?”

I wrote down what he wanted and told them it would be out in about thirty minutes, since we were in the thick of it on an NFL Sunday. Then I went to ring the order in a few feet away.

“Hey,” Jack said, suddenly materializing next to my computer screen.

“Hey,” I said, looking up for the briefest of seconds to give him a cursory smile. I was slammed, and as much as I would have loved to hang out and talk to him, I just didn’t have time.

“How’s your day going?”

“Busy,” I said as I punched buttons on the computer screen. “What’s up?”

“What time do you get off?”

“Six. Why?”

“I wanted to see if you wanted to hang out with Charlie and me. We’re grabbing dinner at Olive Garden, because he’s kind of obsessed with that place, and since I remember you also like Olive Garden, I figured you might be interested.”

I gave him a confused looked. “When have we ever eaten at Olive Garden – or even talked about it?”

Jack smiled, but it wasn’t his easy-going smile. There was a tightness to it that I wasn’t sure how to decipher. “My eleventh birthday.”

It took me a few seconds to remember what he was talking about, because growing up we hadn’t exactly had money to go out to dinner, let alone to places as fancy as Olive Garden, but then it came to me. Geez, how could I forget. It should have been a fun night. It was Jack’s birthday. His dad wasn’t around, and after eating peanut butter and jelly for the three days straight, I’d been excited to have some real food.

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