chapter twenty
CHARLIE
I’m serving a large platter of fried jacks, refried beans, Happy Cow cheese and fried bacon to a table when the bells above the café doors jingle.
I blow a tendril of hair that’s fallen in front of my face and turn toward the kitchen, praying that the newcomer steps into Karen’s section instead of mine.
When I emerge from the back, I realize the man is sitting directly in my section.
Grr.
I’ve been up and down non-stop since Karen called me in. My legs are like jello.
The man turns his head and I fall into the brown depths of his eyes.
Trey!
Immediately, energy spikes through my system. I stroll over to his table, pushing the menu down flat on the table.
“See anything you want?” I flirt.
The irony of my new attitude is not lost on Trey who grins from ear t
