Desired (Wanted 6)

“She have any yoga friends?” Jeff asked.

“I’m sure she does. You want me to find out?”

“Fuck yeah, I need to get laid. It’s been too long.”

I yawned and pulled out of the parking lot.

“Do you need a nap, Gunner?” Jeff asked.

“I haven’t been sleeping good. Keep having the same damn dream over and over again, and I wake up trying to figure out what in the hell it means.”

“Scary dream?” Josh asked.

My eyes lifted to the rearview mirror. “I’m not twelve, Josh.”

He shrugged. “Well, you’re the one who said you can’t sleep because of it.”

“What’s it about?” Jeff asked.

I didn’t even want to touch Jeff’s question with a ten-foot pole. I sighed and said, “It doesn’t matter. Where are we eating?”

“Let’s go to Magnolia Cafe,” Josh said. “I’m in the mood for their migas.”

“Damn, that sounds good. I’m down for Magnolia’s,” Jeff said.

“Then Magnolia’s it is,” I said as I headed through downtown.

By the time we got there and parked, my stomach was protesting the fact that I had skipped breakfast.

“I’m so damn hungry I could eat a horse,” I said following the hostess.

“You boys just get done working out?” the waitress asked as she set three glasses of water on the table.

“Football practice,” Josh said, looking at the menu.

Jeff, on the other hand, was staring at the girl’s breasts. I couldn’t blame him; she was leaving nothing to the imagination.

“Like what you see?” she asked, leaning over more to set my water down.

Flashing her a smile, Jeff replied, “As a matter of fact, I do.”

That’s when Josh lifted his gaze and finally noticed our waitress. She was pretty, with blonde hair pulled up and in a ponytail. Her low-cut shirt was tucked into a pair of jean shorts.

She gave all three of us a sexy smile. “Do y’all want to start with some chips and salsa or some Mag mud?”

“How about a side of you?” Josh said with a wink.

Her teeth sunk into her lip. “As fun as that sounds, I’m working,” she pouted.

“There’s always later tonight.”

Jeff and I both looked at Josh. Did he forget he already had a date tonight?

Placing her hands on the table, she leaned and whispered while sweeping her gaze across all three of us. “A triple-decker?”

“Hell no,” Jeff said, laughing.

I cleared my throat. “We’ll take some chips with some Mag mad, please. I’ll have a sweat tea as well.”