Shades (Evil Dead MC 3)

“Coffee?” she asked. When they all nodded affirmatively, she began turning the cups right side up in the saucers that sat on the table and filled them while Ghost pulled the plastic coated menus from behind the napkin dispenser and passed them around.

Shades barely looked at his before he slid it back in its holder and looked up at the waitress.

“I’ll have the pulled-pork barbeque plate.”

“Sides?” the waitress asked.

“Baked beans and coleslaw.”

“And to drink?”

“Sweet tea.”

Ghost shoved his menu behind the holder. “I’ll have the same.”

The waitress scribbled on her pad, and then her eyes fell on Skylar. “And you, miss?”

“Um,” she studied the menu. “I’m thinking maybe a salad.”

Shades yanked the menu out of her hand and told the waitress. “She’ll have the same.”

“Hey!”

The waitress scribbled on her pad and made a hasty retreat.

“Why did you do that?” Skylar asked him.

“You don’t need a salad, Sky. You didn’t eat breakfast. You have to be hungry.”

Skylar looked over at Ghost, her brows raised and popped her lips. “Guess I’m having pulled-pork.”

Ghost chuckled. “Guess so. That’s what the man said.”

“He always like this?”

“Oh, no, no, no. Don’t be putting me in the middle of whatever fight y’all are about to have.”

“We’re not about to have a fight,” Shades insisted.

“Right,” Ghost agreed sarcastically.

“I’m just making sure my woman is well fed.”

She looked back at Shades. “Maybe I don’t like pork. Ever think of that?”

“Do you like pork, Skylar?” he asked.

“Well, yes, but that’s beside the point.”

“No, it’s not.”

She rolled her eyes and gave up.

“Good decision.” Ghost grinned at her.

Skylar fidgeted in her seat.

“What’s wrong with you?” Shades asked.