Chapter 2
CHAPTER TWO
Miles
“Man, those cheesecake bars really sold out tonight,” Anthony said, leaning against the counter. He’d been my best friend since we were in college and helped me start up the Miles High Food Club, a food truck that served a random assortment of sandwiches and fried foods, depending on my mood.
“I didn’t expect them to be so popular.”
“I think after the first girl said that they tasted better than sex, that was all the advertising we needed. You know how good word of mouth works.” He chuckled and folded his arms over his broad chest.
“I told you to take one to Kat; you probably would’ve scored that date you’ve been after.”
I smiled a crooked grin, knowing that he was right.
I looked over at the shelf behind us with five full bags of sugar and then at the container she’d given me when I’d gone over to ask for some. It was stupid, but I felt the need to get her attention any way that I could.
There was something about her that really got under my skin.
Anthony was convinced that it was because she was the only girl who had ever rejected me when I’d asked them out, but I knew it was something deeper than that.
Maybe it was her fiery attitude every time I talked to her, or maybe it was because I could tell she wasn’t interested in me because of my looks like most girls seemed to be.
I was thirty years old and had long outgrown the superficial aspect of dating.
I wanted someone I could grow old with and get to know without worrying about them hiding the second they washed their makeup off.
“Did you want to go get a beer,” Anthony asked. “Or are we waiting for Kat to leave so you can watch her and pretend that you’re not secretly obsessed with her?”
“I’m not obsessed with her,” I said over my shoulder as I wiped down the counter and tossed the rag into the pile of laundry that I needed to do tonight.
But he was right. I was delaying and taking longer to shut down tonight, because I was waiting to see her.
“You’re such a terrible liar.”
I was about to throw some sarcastic comment back at him, but the door to Ambrosia opened, and I saw Kat walk out with Jamie. They were laughing at something, and I could see the way Kat’s brown eyes sparkled. Her dark curly hair was pulled down, barely brushing against her shoulders as she walked.
I rarely got to see her outside of work, which meant that I appreciated every chance I had of seeing her wearing something other than the pressed white button-down shirt, black dress slacks, and apron that hid her body.
If I had to guess, the girls were going out tonight, given that she was wearing a low-cut black dress that wrapped tightly around her curvy body and hit mid-thigh.
I watched which direction they were headed and smiled when I saw them pull the door open to Seven Sins to slip inside. The music floated out of the bar.
“Yeah, a beer sounds great,” I said casually.
“Let me guess, we’re going to Seven Sins?”
I winked at my best friend, who stood there shaking his head at how pathetic I was. One way or another, I was going to get Kat Elliott to notice me.