Page 67 of Edge

“I’m done,” he said and tossed his pen and notepad on the counter. “I’ll help in the kitchen, but I’m not waiting on any more tables.”

“What happened?” I chuckled.

“Those women over there happened. One of them said she could see my nipple ring and reached out to touch it while her friend pinched my ass. They made me feel dirty, and not in a good way,” he huffed. “Can you imagine what would happen if one of us did that to a random woman?”

“I’ll be happy to kick them out,” I said.

“Just have somebody else serve them,” he said and started for the kitchen. He stopped and turned back to me. “But kick their asses out if they get handsy with anyone else. That shit is not okay.”

I grabbed his discarded pen and notepad and walked over to the table. “Are you ready to order?” I asked politely.

“Yes, please,” one lady said. “I’ll have one of you with a side order of your friend.”

“Actually, we’re going to share,” her friend said. “There’s plenty of you to go around.”

“Get out,” I said calmly.

“What?” they asked in unison.

“You heard me. Get out.”

The one lady huffed. “You can’t be serious?”

“No, lady. You can’t be serious. Why the hell do you think you can come in here and sexually harass the staff? It’s inappropriate to make lewd comments to the employees, and it isabsolutelynot okay to touch people without their permission. Now, you can kindly exit the premises on your own or I can have the police escort you.”

The woman slammed her palms onto the table and pushed to her feet. “You better believe Irene will hear about this.”

“She probably already knows,” I grinned and pointed to the cameras mounted on the walls. “They record audio as well as video, and she’s been watching the feed from home all day.”

As if on cue, Byte approached the table with his cell phone in his hand. “Okay, it’s on speaker,” he said.

“Gertrude, you get your ass out of my diner right now!” Irene yelled through the phone. “You, too, Hester.”

They glanced from the cameras to the phone before they grabbed their purses and hightailed it out the front door.

“They’re gone,” Byte said.

“Good,” Irene said. “I can’t stand those bitches. I’m sorry they caused trouble, but I sure am glad to have a reason to keep them from coming back. It seems like you guys are doing okay otherwise.”

“We are,” I assured her. “How’s Evie?”

“Pissy, because she’s here and not there, but she’s fine. I’ll let you get back to it,” she said and ended the call.

I shook my head and laughed. “She’s something else.”

“Yep,” Byte agreed and shoved his phone into his pocket.

The rest of the evening went smoothly. It was busy, and we had to bust our asses to keep up, but we didn’t have any other issues. The Mad Dogs didn’t show up, and I wasn’t sure if we knew where they were. I’d been too busy to ask.

“Did Flint locate where the Mad Dogs are staying?” I asked Phoenix while we were closing the diner for the night.

“Yeah. They’re at some fleabag motel on the outskirts of town.”

“How many are here?”

“Looks like only five,” he said. “I’ve got him and Diesel keeping an eye on them. They’ll let us know if they go anywhere.”

“Is that the plan? To watch them?” I asked.