Page 47 of Broken Daddy

“Yeah, I can see that,” Silla said. “And he’s chosen to sit in your section for some reason. Maybe because he wants to talk to you. You know that’s really romantic.”

No, no, no.

She couldn’t have Silla thinking that Hayes’ actions were romantic. Silla was the biggest romantic out there. If she thought that Hayes was interested in Devi . . . then she would do whatever she needed to in order to get them together.

“It’s not romantic. It’s psychotic. You have to take his table.”

“The two of you need to take any tables. Now,” Mac grumbled. “Because I’m not making any money while you stand here and jabber.”

Right. Shit.

She had to do her job. She was actually glad that Mac was treating her like he always did.

“Please, Silla,” she begged. “You have got to serve him for me.”

“I can’t hear you. La-la-la.” Silla skipped off to deal with her area.

Jesus. She was toast.

Well. There was only one thing for it. She was going to be extremely mature about all of this.

Actually, no she wasn’t.

She would just ignore him. Devi moved quickly around, taking and delivering orders. She managed to trip over one person’s feet and bang her knee against the bar. But otherwise, she was doing pretty well for someone who hadn’t been sleeping well.

At one stage, she noticed him on his phone, reading something. Then he stared at her with a strange look she couldn’t decipher.

Deciding that she didn’t really want to decipher that look on his face, she turned away and got back to work. If she kept busy she might forget about him.

And hopefully he’d leave.

Finally, she looked around and the place had emptied out a lot. It had to be close to midnight and she was exhausted.

And he was still here.

Not only that, but he was sitting back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest just watching her.

Well. That wasn’t intimidating or anything.

She stared back at him.

He crooked a finger at her.

Shit. Oh crap. Shit.

She shook her head.

He kept crooking that finger and then he pushed his chair back.

Oh, thank God. He was leaving. What a relief.

Yeah? If it’s such a relief then why do you feel a stab of disappointment?

No. That couldn’t be disappointment she was feeling. It had to be indigestion.

Yep, that’s what it was.

Then he turned his chair and pointed in front of him.