Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 101872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
“Because she’s doing that!” Wendy cried, waving her hand at Ryleigh.
“What? What’s she doing? She’s looking gorgeous? Yeah, she is. The two of you jealous because you’ve never looked so hot?” Opal drawled.
“You know full well what she’s doing!” Mrs. Brown Pants huffed. “She’s exposing herself.”
“Exposing herself?” Opal looked Ryleigh over. Kye was completely covering her boob. Opal was definitely more exposed than her friend. “Exposing these?” She waved at her own breasts.
Both women looked horrified. Awesome.
“There is no need for her to feed her baby here,” Wendy huffed.
“Um, hate to tell you but this is a fucking restaurant. Eating is what people do in here.”
Around her, several people laughed.
Wendy went bright red. “How dare you swear at us! Just what I would expect for a friend of someone who willingly exposes themselves. We cannot sit here and eat with that going on!”
“And I’m having trouble sitting here and enjoying lunch out with my two best friends while the two of you are staring at us like we’re strip dancing on the tables. She’s feeding her baby. Get over it or leave.”
“You cannot tell us to leave,” Wendy said, rising. “I will be making a complaint.”
“Oh, jeez,” Ryleigh said, looking worried. “Maybe we should go.”
“You can’t let them bully us,” Lilac told Ryleigh as Wendy sat, looking smug.
Opal leaned back as an older man stormed out of the kitchen. He had dark hair that was touched with gray and a short beard that was more gray than not.
He wore black pants and a white chef’s shirt.
Ooh, yes.
She’d always loved a man in uniform.
“I heard there’s a complaint out here,” he said with a scowl. He folded his arms over his chest. Hell, yeah, he’d pulled the sleeves up on his shirt.
And the man had sexy forearms.
“Um, yes,” Ryleigh said. “I’m so sorry.”
“What’s the complaint about?” he snapped.
How was it possible for a man to look so sexy while he was scowling? Too bad that she was gonna have to eviscerate him if he hurt her friend.
Nobody hurt Opal’s friends.
“What are you sorry about?” the chef asked.
“About causing issues because I’m feeding Kye,” Ryleigh said.
“Why would you apologize for feeding your kid? Who has got a problem with her feeding her kid?”
Opal stared at him, mesmerized. He was amazing.
“We do.” Wendy stood. “I made the complaint. We are trying to eat, and we should be able to do it without having to watch that. She is exposed.”
His gaze flicked to Ryleigh, then away. “She doesn’t look exposed to me.”
“It’s not . . . it’s not right,” Mrs. Brown Pants added.
“What’s not right is that you’re wasting my time on this. She’s got a right to feed her baby. Got a right to do it wherever she likes. Unless she comes to your house and wants to do it, then you don’t have a say about where she does it. Last I looked, this wasn’t your house. But it is mine. Now, get out. You’re banned. You have two minutes to leave and do not come back.”
“We will be complaining to the police about this!” Wendy said.
The chef smiled. It wasn’t a pretty smile. “You don’t live in Haven, do you?”
“No, we live over in St. Barts,” Mrs. Brown Pants said. “We came here because the food is meant to be the best in the county.”
“It is,” the chef said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Too bad you won’t ever get to eat any more of it. Get. Out.”
The two women looked around as though searching for support and even though the restaurant was mainly filled with tourists from out-of-town, they didn’t receive one look of sympathy.
Instead, they rushed out of there, and the chef turned to their table. “You all good?”
“Well, hellooo, Daddy,” Opal purred as she placed her elbow on the table. She rested her chin in her hand as she looked him over. “Where have you been all my life?”
He didn’t look shocked or terrified.
More points in his favor.
Instead, he raised an eyebrow and pointed at her. “Behave yourself.”
“Or what?” She grinned. “I’m not that good at behaving.”
“Um, Opal, I’d really like to taste the fried chicken and mashed potatoes I ordered,” Ryleigh said.
“You don’t need fried chicken and mashed potatoes,” he said. “When you’re breastfeeding you need fresh vegetables and lean protein. I’ll sort something for you.” He strode back into the kitchen.
Opal whistled as she watched his tight butt disappear through the kitchen door. “That man is fiiinnee.”
“Darn it. I really wanted fried chicken,” Ryleigh complained.
“Don’t worry, you can have some of mine,” Opal told her as she turned back around. “Do you think he goes to the club?”
“You haven’t seen him there?” Lilac asked.
Opal shook her head. Nope. But she was definitely going to look out for him from now on.
Renard woke up in a cold sweat.