Don't Forget Me Tomorrow (Time River, #2)

by A.L. Jackson

“I need to have something going for me,” I teased. “Oh, you have something going for you, all right. And every day they just get better. Think half the restaurant is hypnotized by the smell. You just keep doing the good work, and I’ll take care of the rest. Well, except for your man over there. You go take care of him because I don’t think there is anyone else who can do it.” She angled a waggish brow at Ryder’s table, her dark eyes gleaming and her red lips pulled into a massive smirk. I groaned at her. “Don’t you even start.” Beth never failed to give me crap about Ryder. “Don’t you start. That boy is here every other day, hanging around like a puppy dog, nothing but a mutt begging for food.” “Um, yeah, he does come to eat,” I drew out. “Looks to me like you’re feeding him the wrong thing.” I followed her line of sight to catch Ryder staring our way before he turned his head back to something Caleb said. “Hardly.” I scoffed it as I focused on organizing their drinks on a tray because what she was insinuating was totally absurd, all while I fought the tingly sensation that billowed across the room. Picking up the tray, I started around the counter, and she hollered after me, “You keep trying to convince yourself he’s not salivating for a taste of that cute butt of yours.” I cringed. Awesome. She’d announced it to half the restaurant.