Page 27 of The Biker's Brother
“Yes, darlin’. We may be country folk, but we got wheat toast.”
Cami wasn’t sure how to respond.
“Um, can I have that, please? No butter?”
The waitress laughed, shook her head, and took the menus as she left.
“I think you made an impression on her,” Brandon said.
Cami sighed. “I didn’t mean any offense, but there was no mention of wheat bread on the menu.”
Brand laughed. “You care what she thinks of you, don’t you?”
Cami’s eyebrows drew down into a frown. “Are you implying that’s a flag wave for low self-esteem?”
He shook his head as he scanned the parking lot for new arrivals. It seemed people with good sense stayed home on days when rain was pelting in sheets.
“No. I’m not saying that.”
“I feel like I’ll never be dry again.”
“We’ll find a place to stop for the night before it gets dark again.”
She smiled slightly. “It’s my turn to drive.”
“I didn’t agree to letting you drive.”
“It’s not safe for you to take on all the tension.”
“How do I even know that you know how to drive? How many road trips have you taken?”
“I haven’t taken any road trips before, per se, but I drive back and forth between the city and Weston. And that’s a lot harder than what you’ve been doing out here in the…”
The waitress arrived with armloads of food just as Cami was about to make some disparaging remark about rural life.
After setting down all the food, she said, “Be right back with that grilled cheese.”
“Looks good. Thanks,” said Brandon.
“What’s your last name?” Cami asked out of the blue.
“Why do you want to know?”
She shrugged. “You know mine.”
“It’s better if you don’t know mine.”
“Why’s that? Because you’re a secret ninja black ops spook who will fade into the wind after this job is over?”
Brandon stared at her for all of five seconds before breaking into full-on laughter that took her aback and pleased her at the same time. Real laughter was a good look on him.
“Yes. You have me dead to rights.”
“So maybe Brandon isn’t your real name.”
“Maybe not. Okay. You can drive for a while. Do you always have sliced tomatoes with your eggs?”
“I wouldn’t say always, but it’s a good pairing. Why?”
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