Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 92368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
“Yep.” She nods.
“Then, I’m having pancakes.”
Then, she does something unexpected. She reaches up and takes hold of Zeus’s hand.
His step falters. I watch him as he stares down at her tiny hand in his.
His eyes swing back to me.
The look on his face slays me, and for a second, I feel like I might burst into tears.
Those striking blue eyes of his are glittering with emotion.
I give him a tremulous smile. It’s all I can manage.
And Gigi has no idea what such a small action means to that huge man beside her.
Gigi tugs on his hand. “Come on, Zweus. Pancakes!”
He bites down a smile and keeps moving with her into the diner.
I pick my heart up off the floor and walk through the door that Zeus is holding open for me.
“Thanks.” I smile at him.
Gigi’s already running over to a booth and climbing in it. She settles Princess Twilight Sparkle on her left side.
I take a seat across from her.
Zeus hesitates, seeming unsure of where to sit. But Gigi makes the decision for him.
“Sit here, Zweus.” She pats the seat beside her.
He slides into the booth. His long legs bump into mine under the table.
My eyes flash up to his. Just even the touch of his jean-clad leg has heat racing up my skin.
“Sorry,” he says, but his eyes don’t look like he means it.
He shifts his legs to the side, so they’re stretched just outside the booth.
“Hey, Miss Gigi, Cam,” Megan, one of the waitresses, says, coming over to us.
We know everyone in here pretty well, as we’re here often.
I see her steps falter as she spots Zeus sitting there. I watch as her eyes rake over Zeus, and I don’t like the feeling it leaves in my stomach.
“Hi, Megan.” Gigi beams at her. “You got me a picture to color?”
“Of course.” Megan hands her one of the pictures and crayons that the diner provides to keep the kids entertained. “And who’s this?” Megan asks, her eyes on Zeus, a flirtatious edge to her expression that has me frowning.
“This is Zweus,” Gigi volunteers up the information. “He’s an old fwiend of Mommy’s, and he’s my new fwiend. And he’s a box.” She gives a toothy grin.
Zeus chuckles.
“Not a box, Gigi. A boxer,” I remind her.
“Oh, yeah. I’s forgot.”
“Zeus Kincaid.” Megan tips her head in an unmistakably flirtatious manner, a smile touching her lips. “The boxer.”
“That’s me,” he says, grinning at her.
I have the sudden urge to kick him under the table.
Megan is pretty. Really pretty. A few years younger than me. Platinum-blonde hair. Has a bust size I’d kill for. She’s nice. And I like her; I do. But, right now, I’m not liking so much the way she’s looking at Zeus. Or the smile he’s currently giving her in return.
I recognize that look on his face. He used to look at me that way when he was getting ready to disengage my clothes from me.
Something bitter twists in my gut.
He’s supposed to be spending time getting to know his daughter, not flirting with the waitress.
Yeah, sure, Cam, that’s the only reason you’re all of a sudden feeling stabby.
“I know who you are. My brother’s a big fan of yours,” she says, smiling coyly at him, twirling her blonde hair around her finger. “He’s gonna be real jealous that I’ve met you.”
“I can sign an autograph for him, if you’d like,” Zeus says to her.
“Wow. Really? He’d love that.”
Of course, Zeus isn’t keen on taking a picture with the nice dad in the park, but he has no problem with signing an autograph for the pretty waitress.
Megan tears off a piece of paper from her order pad and hands it to him along with her pen. She leans forward and rests her hand on the back of the seat behind him, and my eyes zero in on the action.
“And, if you want to write down your digits, too, I know someone else who would like that.”
I see as she lightly brushes her fingers over his shoulder before moving back.
What?
Openly flirting in front of my kid. She doesn’t know that Zeus and I aren’t together, and she’s just hitting on him like that.
Okay, I officially hate Megan.
I don’t even bother to check out Zeus’s reaction. He’s probably loving the attention. And, if I see that, I might throw this napkin holder at him and grab Gigi’s hand to take her out of here.
“Can we please order now?” I snap, and I’m not even sorry.
“Oh. Yeah, of course. Sorry,” Megan says, not even seeming bothered.
I hear Zeus chuckle low, and I refuse to look at him or the piece of paper he’s currently scribbling on to see if he’s giving Megan his number as well.
I’m not looking. Definitely not.
I stare down at my menu, burning a hole in it.
“What can I get you guys to drink?” Megan asks.