The Heat Is On by Allie K. Adams

Author:Allie K. Adams [Adams, Allie K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Allie K. Adams
Published: 2017-10-23T18:30:00+00:00

19

[Jake]

Kayla takes the other three plates and serves the rest of the guys. Once they all have their food, she returns to the kitchen and moves in close enough to talk to me without anyone else hearing. “So tell me, have you granted any of the wishes the girls gave you?”

“Ah, ah, ah.” I kiss the tip of her nose, throwing her off. Her expression falls slack as she blinks. Damn, she’s cute when she looks at me like that. “You know the rules. You can’t know what they are.”

“But if you already did one, you can tell me then, right?”

Now I know why she stopped by. It wasn’t to ask me what Britt said. It wasn’t to deliver leftover food. The diner serves breakfast all day, so they could have used the hash. No, it was to grill me on the three wishes her friends want me to grant her. “Nice try, sweetheart.”

She doesn’t even try to deny it and crosses her arms under her breasts. I stare at them, momentarily distracted. I love her breasts. They aren’t fake. They’re real and the perfect size for my hands. Damn, I need to focus on something else or my wandering attention will get my ass in trouble.

“Can you at least give me a hint?”

“Sure. It involves you and me.” I hand her a plate and a fork. “Eat.”

“But I brought this for you guys.”

“And I will bet you a week of doing the dishes you haven’t eaten today.”

She grabs the fork and takes a bite, then rests it on the plate. “There. Happy?”

“When you eat the entire thing, I’ll be even happier.” Despite eating it for breakfast, I’m starving so I make a plate for myself and dig in. I love the diner’s hash. Not too salty. Just the right balance of potatoes, onions, and meat. It’s not something I’d eat every day, but today I’ll make an exception. I’ll hit the gym hard tomorrow. “This shit rocks.”

“Alfonse says you never order the special.”

“Not on the days it’s the special,” I correct. “I prefer it fresh. The special is usually code for leftovers from the day before or made in bulk because you have too much of it. I spent way too much time in a restaurant for me to fall for that.”

“Aha,” she sings and gives me a knowing look as she leans her hip against the counter. When she crosses her arms, the look in her eyes holds my attention. “Another layer unfolds. Is that why you cook so well? Is your dad, like, some famous chef?”

I laugh. God, don’t I wish. I leave out the details of my dad’s current address. At least I think he’s still in prison. I haven’t talked to him since I was in the seventh grade. “My mom works at a restaurant. Several, actually. We couldn’t afford a babysitter, so she’d drag me to work with her when I wasn’t in school. I hung out in the back on the line with all the cooks.

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