Weekend Wife (Sassy in the City 1)

But instead he paused as he stood up. “Leah?”

My eyebrows shot up. That was a break in our routine. “Yes?”

He shook his head a little, looking bemused. “Take care.”

He had for sure never said that before. “Of course. Thanks. You, too.”

It wasn’t until he’d already made his way to the door that I realized instead of the usual ten-dollar cash tip he always left me, there was a hundred-dollar bill sitting under his coffee cup. Clearly, he was distracted and had given me the wrong bill from his wallet. I couldn’t in good conscience take ninety bucks more than his standard tip.

“Theresa,” I said, grabbing the hundred-dollar bill and sprinting from behind the counter. “Cover me for two seconds.”

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“Where are you going?” she asked, turning from a table with an elderly couple.

“Grant forgot something,” I said, waving the money in the air and glancing out the windows to see if he had gone right or left.

Darting around a young guy entering the diner, smoothing down his hair, I burst out of the front door and onto Broadway. It was a beautiful fall morning, temperatures mild, sun shining. I love early October in the city. The sweaty stench of summer has passed and a crisp breeze blows in.

But there was no time to take a deep breath because I could see Grant down the block already. The man had a long stride because he was smoking me. I took up a jog. “Grant!”

My voice got lost under the blast of a taxi horn.

Grant crossed the street. I maneuvered in and out of tourists walking at a snail’s pace and cut between a pole and a newsstand. I spotted Grant again fifty feet ahead of me. “Grant!”

He paused and turned slightly, glancing around. I waved my hand desperately at him. I jogged into the street, eyes trained on my target.

Rookie mistake.

Never step into the street without looking.

I heard the horn but it was too late. A screech of brakes wailed at the same time I felt the cab tap the edge of my thigh. Then I was tumbling backward before I could even open my mouth and tell off the cab driver.

Hitting the curb hard, pain jolted through my ass and my elbow. Water splashed over my arm and I lay there stunned, watching people walk past me without stopping. Just legs, moving left and right without slowing.

Knowing I needed to get out of the way of further danger, I put my palms on the curb and started to haul myself up when a familiar face appeared in front of mine. It was Grant, looking worried.

Then suddenly he was dragging me to my feet and pulling me up against that crisp suit.

“Leah, are you okay?”

Before I could answer, the cab driver was leaning out his window and screaming obscenities at me. “Get the fuck out of the way!”

Grant lifted me onto the sidewalk gently, then turned. His fist slammed onto the roof of the cab. “Watch where you’re going!”

Then he turned back to me and ran his hands from my shoulders down my arms, concern all over his face.

My ankle was throbbing, my tailbone was stinging, and my elbow felt like a tiny man was inside it chipping away at the bone with an ice pick, but at the same time, Grant’s touch sent goose bumps down my arms.

“I think my ass is broken,” I said.

Leah looked more stunned than injured, so I sighed with relief. “Asses will heal,” I told her, amused by her response. “You scared the shit out of me, do you know that? What were you doing?”

I was almost positive she’d been running after me, calling my name. When I’d seen her step into traffic and get nailed, my heart had almost stopped. I was not expecting to see the adorable waitress from the diner almost die today.

Leah held up a hundred-dollar bill clenched in her fist. “You accidentally left me a hundred instead of a ten.”

Shit. She’d nearly died because of that? I’d left the inflated tip on purpose because I’d made the decision I was never going back to the diner again. My attraction to Leah had been growing steadily every single week until I now ate my pancakes every Wednesday fantasizing about stripping her out of her poodle skirt and licking syrup off of her naked body.