Take the Honey and Run by Cathryn Cade

Author:Cathryn Cade [Cade, Cathryn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: fiction
Publisher: Windtree Press
Published: 2018-04-09T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

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In contrast to her first impression of JJ's Auto, Manda liked The Hangar right away.

The exterior, with corrugated white steel siding and deep blue metal roof, meant the place was modern, but the neon sign rising above the parking lot had a retro vibe. It depicted a silver, old-fashioned prop plane with the words 'The Hangar' arcing over the top in big red letters, and 'Brewpub & Grill' below in smaller red letters. At least there was no lacy bra hanging off this sign, unlike the propeller over the Flyers' clubhouse doors.

A low post-and-rail in front of the building, to one side of the handicapped spaces, held a sign that read 'Motorcycle Parking Only'. In direct violation of this command, T parked his pickup beside three gleaming Harleys. But she guessed since it was his friends' bar, he could park where he wanted.

The interior of The Hangar was casual and comfortable, with soft lighting, lots of wood, a double row of red-upholstered booths in the front, high-top tables throughout the middle. Most of the patrons wore jeans, although the two men in suits at a table, and the three women in business casual at another, did not look out of place.

The big, L-shaped room was divided by a waist-high railing, denoting restaurant from bar area, with high-tops on both sides and a long bar up against the mirrored back wall. Three pool tables filled a corner of the bar, with two of the Flyers wearing their cuts chalking pool cues for a game.

On the walls hung old black and white photos of military planes, and of bikers with their motorcycles. Basketball games played on three big screen TVs mounted up high, and classic rock played from the speakers.

It smelled good, of savory food with a hint of freshly poured beer.

The clack of pool balls cut through the hum of voices and the clatter of metal from the kitchen. Most of the tables were full. Lesa was carrying out plates to a table of four, while a lean redhead worked the other side of the restaurant. Both women wore snug, white tees with the Hangar logo on the front.

"We'll sit at the bar," T said, his big hand on Manda's back. "If a table comes free, we can grab it, if you want."

"The bar is fine with me." She threaded her way through the busy tables with him, her mouth watering at the delicious lunches customers were eating, but also thinking about how good his hand felt, and how good it felt when other women looked at him and then at her with a tinge of envy in their gazes.

Just wishing they were the woman with him, of course. Manda knew her good features, she had nice skin now that she was through with teen acne, and her legs were pretty good. But her hair was straight no matter what anyone tried to do to it. And she had a big butt, and not enough on top to balance that.

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