A Taste of Spring

Chapter 3

DEZMOND

Dezmond took another long drink from his beer. A light touch on his shoulder had him looking around but it wasn't Fallon. Of course, it wasn't his friend, even though he was about twenty minutes late already.

"Can I get you anything else, Dez? Another beer?" The waitress smiled.

She's new, Dez thought when he focused on her pretty face. What was her name again?

"No thank you, Katy," he said, remembering at the last minute. He told himself to smile. When the smile she sported grew wider, Dez figured he looked genuine enough.

"If you need anything at all, just let me know."

Dez watched Katy walk away. She didn't look back but he knew that she knew he was still watching her. The extra swing of her hips confirmed it.

Shaking his head, Dez finished his beer then sat his empty glass back on the table. He sat against the wall in his corner, a little spot that was in the bar section of the establishment. It was the perfect spot to see the bar patrons at Murie's. It was his grandfather's spot and now it was his.

Dez focused on the beauty who came inside about twenty minutes ago. He noticed her immediately. She looked to be taller than average height, but shorter than his 6'2". Her hair, tiny neat brown braids, was pulled away from her pear-shaped face; and while he couldn't tell the color of her eyes from this distance they were surrounded by dark lashes and he imagined they were nice. She carried herself with the poise of a dancer. Not to mention that she was killing it in that gray mini dress.

go on forever.

It was none of his damn business what she looked like or did for

wine. It didn't escape his notice that she looked to the door a few times then looked at her watch as if she was waiting for someone. Of

are disastrous to your sanity and career.)

another minute waiting for Fallon. The jerk. He had too many things to do. Though, if he was being honest, 'cause lying to

grunted under his breath as he made his way to

the regulars who made the slow days their own just

it didn't matter to him if he ate

the cute patron but didn't

was lively tonight. That side was usually crowded seven days a week but each side had its entrance, and they were connected only by a lovely trellis breezeway. The two groups of patrons didn't have to interact and usually didn't because you could order and have a delicious meal brought

picked up on conversations but one stuck

on sweetheart, I'm a really

his eye at the bar said, "I'm not interested. I just want to

He and the guy were evenly matched in height. The guy was a little thicker but he

all the friend you need." The guy shifted as if he was going to move to the

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