“Sure,” she purred.
He put the fork to her mouth, and she opened, taking the bite of the omelet he offered.
“Mmm,” she groaned around the mouthful, and his grin got bigger as he winked at her.
“Okay, enough flirting, Hammer,” Ghost growled as he reached across Shades for two of the plastic menus jammed behind the napkin dispenser. He passed one to Jessie with a look that told her to behave.
She smiled, still chewing. Seems her plan was working already. Behave? Not on your life, lover-boy. “So, Hammer, is it? How did you get that name?” She smiled up at him, shamelessly flirting as she scooted closer.
Shades answered for him. “We call him Hammer because he nails anything with tits.”
Ghost glared over at Shades, who replied, “What? She asked.”
Ignoring them both, she turned her attention back to Hammer, running her hand up his bicep again. “Is that really how you got your name?”
Hammer’s eyes moved from her to connect with Ghost’s as if he was on to her plan. Instead of answering her question, he asked Ghost, “She’s your stepsister, right? You’re not claimin’ her?”
“She’s off limits, Hammer.”
Hammer’s brows rose. “You’re shittin’ me.”
“Ain’t shittin’ you, bro. Leave her be.”
What the hell?
“What do you mean I’m off limits?” Jessie snapped at Ghost.
She didn’t get an answer because the waitress appeared at the booth. She held a thermal carafe of coffee and two clunky white mugs, which she plopped down in front of them and began filling without even asking if they wanted coffee.
“What’ll you have?” she asked Ghost, barely giving Jessie a glance.
He grabbed the menu out of Jessie’s hand and shoved them both back behind the napkin dispenser, saying, “We’ll both have the special.”
She nodded and walked away.
Jessie glared at him as she reached for her coffee. What was with him and ordering for her all the time? “Would you stop doing that?”
Ghost reached for his coffee. “Nope.”
***
After they ate, Ghost studied Jessie, who’d barely spoken to him throughout the meal, instead lavishing all her attention on Hammer, who enjoyed it way too much for Ghost’s liking. Nodding toward the back hall, he snapped, “You need to use the restroom, better hit it now, Jess.”
He watched her get up and head to the back, his head turning to watch her ass as she walked away. When he turned back, both Shades and Hammer had their heads twisted to watch her ass, too.
They both grinned when he caught them and glared.
“What? That’s a damn fine ass, my man. Be a crime not to look,” Hammer answered with a tormenting grin.
“Just shut the fuck up, and keep your eyes on your own paper.”
Shades chuckled, downing the dregs of his coffee. “You’re a bit cranky this morning. Something happen?”
Ghost cut his eyes to him. “Not your business.”
“Somebody needs to get laid,” Shades teased.
Hamme