Interception (Distraction #3) by Angela McPherson

Author:Angela McPherson [McPherson, Angela]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Goodreads: 29602538
Publisher: Untold Press
Published: 2016-12-13T00:00:00+00:00

Elle

From the time the car pulled onto the interstate, Tristan irritated the crap out of me.

"We can listen to music any time." He hit the first button on the stereo. "I want to hear the game."

Baseball, he wanted to listen to baseball, which in all honesty I loved, but sports wasn't the theme to the weekend getaway. "Eric is pretty badass; I'm sure we're winning," I said, sweetly.

In an instant, the atmosphere shifted. Low blow, yup, but I hadn't planned to lose the battle. Although I was a wee bit chicken-shit and kept my eyes on the road, refusing to glance at the "I can't believe you said that" expression he no doubt wore.

"Badass," he mumbled, but he'd changed the channel back to music.

Battle won. "Thanks."

Two hours of driving, nonstop talking–and yes, I conceded to listening to the game, wanting the final score myself–and shortly after, we stopped for a bite to eat.

"Truck stop food, Spud?" Tristan stretched then scratched the stubble on his cheek.

"Hey, the food at these places is usually the best, right?"

"Okay." He supplied me with a sheepish grin. "But if I get food poisoning, you're gonna play naughty nurse."

I shoved his shoulder. "You'll be fine. Now, let's go."

Inside, smiles greeted us, along with the delicious smells of greasy fries, biscuits, and other artery-clogging goodness.

A waitress handed us a sticky menu. "You two know what you want to drink?"

"Unsweetened tea for her and Coke for me, please."

"Sure thing, sugar." She jotted down our drinks on the flip notebook.

"Do you suggest anything?" I eyed the menu, stomach growling. Every choice sounded better than the one before it.

The waitress pointed to the section at the top. "If you like breakfast, the specials are pretty good." She pointed to the side-menu. "Chicken fried steak and eggs are a number one seller."

The hungry growl agreed. Tristan laughed, and I kicked his shin.

The waitress continued. "And on the regular menu, the BLT with extra cheese is amazing."

"Thanks so much," I said, looking at the choices again.

"No problem, I'll be right back."

"Chicken fried steak?" Tristan hadn't bothered to look at the menu; the man ordered the same foods anyway.

"Does sound pretty good." I frowned, not sure what to order.

"Does, doesn't it?"

I peeked up, surprised. Tristan rested one arm on the backrest of the booth, body turned slightly to the right. My heart fluttered at the sweet smile he held. "You know what else sounds good?" He smirked.

"Here you go." Two large glasses, one tea, and the other soda, interrupted us, though Tristan's attention remained glued to me.

"Thanks," I said, shifting in the seat. "I think we're ready to order."

Tristan covered my hand on the table with his. "We'll have the chicken fried steak, eggs over-easy, with a side of wheat toast."

She jotted the order down. I was just about to speak up to order a side dish, but Tristan beat me to it. "Oh, and an order of pancakes and hash browns, too."

"Got it, it'll be out in a few." The waitress walked away, the end of her ponytail whipping around her neck when she turned.

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