Reaper's Wrath (Road to Salvation A Last Rider's Trilogy 2)

Reaper nearly gagged at the sweetness coming off Ginny.

“I doubt it. The other three I married didn’t.”

The asswipe had found four women to marry him? The bastard had to have been loaded. It certainly wasn’t his looks or personality that had drawn them.

“Don’t choke on your thanks, fuckwad.”

Reaper tensed, bringing his hands to the counter to rise. His was going to break every bone in the asswipe’s body.

A firm hand on his thigh stopped him cold.

“Gavin’s just jetlagged. Our plane took off early this morning.” Ginny’s attempt to diffuse the situation had the anger draining out of him like pulling a plug in a sink.

“My bad.” Reaper planted his ass back down on the metal stool. “Thanks.”

Scowling at him from the other side of the counter, Marty heaved his hefty body back to his grill.

Removing her hand from his thigh, Ginny opened one of the bags as if nothing had happened, taking out a burger that resembled the size of a White Castle burger. Taking a bite, she scooted the other bag closer to him. “Eat up.”

He had no intention of touching the fucking food with a ten-foot pole.

“Trust me.” Taking a bite of her burger, she popped the top of the soda can. “Marty can be a little hard to take, but you’re going to love him as much as I do.”

“Doubtful.”

Reaper testily opened his bag, tilting it to look inside. The burgers were on the bottom of the bag, and Marty had dumped the fries on top. Taking one of the fries out, he popped it into his mouth as he dug one of the burgers out from under the mound of fries.

Ginny watched him with a smile. “Marty says it saves paper products by the way he bags them.”

“It would save paper if he served them on dishes, too.”

“Then you’re wasting water.”

The way the asswipe had converted her to his way of thinking had to be a result of the taste of the burgers or the man’s winning personality. Being around him less than fifteen minutes, he knew it wasn’t Asswipe’s personality.

Achieving his goal, Reaper pulled out one of the burgers. Ginny was starting on her second burger before he had started his first. Fuck.

Ginny nodded at him when his eyes widened in shock, silently agreeing with her on how amazing the burger was. The fries were nothing to sneeze at, either.

Aware of Asswipe waiting on another customer, Reaper shoved the rest of the small burger into his mouth and dug in for another burger before the asswipe could see him.

“You need to open another restaurant in Treepoint. You would be a millionaire,” Ginny told Marty, pointing a fry at him.

“Wouldn’t do any good. It’s the grill that makes the hamburgers so good. It’s one hundred years old.

“Number 23 up!” Marty bellowed.

“This baby is seasoned from years and years of frying burgers.”

Reaper stared at the third burger that he pulled from the bag at that bit of information, wondering if Asswipe had ever cleaned the grill more than the greasy apron he was wearing. Reaper thought about asking how old the oil was in the fryer, then decided he really didn’t want to know.

When his hand came out empty as he tried to sneakily take out another burger, he couldn’t resist tilting the bag to make sure there wasn’t another that his fingers had missed. Fuck.

Ginny, happily munching, took another out of hers. He couldn’t understand how she was still eating when she started before he had.

Being nosy, he snagged her bag and looked inside to see yet another burger and more fries.

Taking the bag from him, Ginny reached for her last burger. “Marty guarantees you four burgers in your sack, but he leaves it to his discretion if he wants to add more.”

“How many did you get?”

“Six.”

“There’s a lot of fries in there too.”

“Marty has always been kind to me.”

“I’d say so.” Sarcasm dripped from his tone at Asswipe’s palpable satisfaction as he handed off a waiting customer’s order.

Regretting now that he had wolfed the burgers so fast, he enviously watched the customer leave with the sack of hamburger gold, debating how badly he wanted another burger. Enough to swallow his pride and order another sack?

Ginny put an end to his debate.

“You might as well place an order. He knows you want it.”

“I wasn’t—”

Ginny scoffed at him as she dug more fries out of her bag. “You know you want another sack, I know you want it, and Marty certainly knows you want it. Been here, done this before with Shade and Rider.”

Hurting his pride was still a hard pill to swallow.

“Next time, you can sit in the car while I order the food.”

“Is that what Shade and Rider did?”

“It’s what everyone does.”

“Except for you?”

“Rudeness doesn’t bother me. It’s a person being mean that I dislike.”

“There’s a difference?”