Page 7 of Mac (Demented Souls #7)

"Y ou were right, that was really good." Elyse pushed her plate away and resisted the urge to rub her stuffed belly.

She didn't know how she'd managed to miss a place this good.

Maybe because she wasn't in this part of town often.

It wasn't far from her house, but work was in the other direction.

She'd found a grocery store between the house and the bookstore, so she rarely had a reason to venture this way, unless she wanted to go to the mall, which wasn't often, she admitted to herself.

"I told you." Her neighbor leaned back and looked at the empty plates between them before meeting her gaze. "I've tried a lot of places. I eat out more than I should, but it keeps me from having to cook. This place is one of the best around."

She smiled. She understood the not wanting to cook part, especially when you were cooking for one. Her solution was processed and ready to eat or nearly ready to eat food. "I'll have to get out this way more often. This place is worth the trip."

"I'm glad you liked it." His gaze flicked to the window then back to her. He'd done that several times while they'd eaten and she got the impression he was keeping an eye on something out there, but she didn't ask. She wasn't sure she wanted to know.

"What now?" The words popped out before her brain could stop them.

A faint smile curved Mac's lips, making her realize he could be handsome, if he wanted, or tried just a little. "Next I'll take you home. I've got some chores I wanted to get done this afternoon but thank you for coming to breakfast with me."

"Thanks for bringing me. It was the last thing I expected when I got up this morning, but it's been nice."

"Thanks for coming," the waitress said as she walked past, slowing only long enough to slip a ticket onto the table, face down, before hurrying off to refill coffee for someone else.

Before Elyse could even start to reach for the ticket, Mac picked it up and dug his wallet out of his back pocket and pulled out a card.

"I'll go pay this, then meet you outside.

" His glance flicked from her to the restroom then back.

Elyse couldn't help but wonder how he seemed to know what she needed.

She'd only just decided she'd need to use the restroom before getting back on his motorcycle.

"Sounds good. I'll meet you there." She slid out of the booth and turned for the bathroom, wondering again if he could read her mind or if she was just that obvious.