Up All Night Long: From Lust to Love (Romance Anthology) by Ali Parker
Authors: Ali Parker
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good, handsome. Heading out to start a new life tomorrow. Just needed to stop in here and enjoy one last burger."
The boy turned toward Lisa and carefully pulled his tie back, a smile on his lips. "Hey, Lisa. You haven't been in here in a while. What gives?"
She shrugged all girl-like and laughed. "I'm trying to watch my figure. Still haven't been offered a ring by anyone."
The boy chuckled and turned his gaze back to Kari, her cheeks growing warm at the way he looked at her. "That's a shame. World’s obviously gone to hell in a handbasket."
"Obviously!" Lisa proclaimed and picked up her menu. "I need a beer, Keith."
"Me too." Sicily pulled the menu down, looking toward Kari. "You too?"
"Yeah, I'll take a Bud Light in a bottle if you have it." Kari pointed to the menu. "We need this fried basket of goodies too."
"Great choice." He winked and turned his attention to Sicily. "What kind of beer are you looking for?"
"Strong, stout, and wet," Lisa mumbled, giggling as Kari and Sicily just shook their heads. Keith laughed with her.
"I'll see what I can find in the back." He smiled and left the table.
"He's cute. See the way he kept looking at you?" Sicily waggled her eyebrows at Kari as Lisa poked her in the side.
"Ouch! Keep your hands to yourself." Kari poked Lisa back and shrugged. "He was just being friendly. People are being very friendly lately. I guess you can see rejection sitting on someone like a bright beacon."
"That's dumb. He's flirting because you’re hot," Lisa said very matter-of-factly and picked her menu up. "I'm getting a steak. I'm not in the mood for anything green."
"You never eat healthy and yet you still manage to look like you do. Makes me ill," Sicily growled at them.
Lisa set her menu down and pressed her forearms to the table between them. "You look way better than me. I'm starting to get this odd roll above my jeans when I wear the really tight ones."
"I don't look way better than you. That's the problem. I work out all the damn time and eat lettuce and carrots and am barely the same size as you."
Kari handed her menu to Lisa. "Yes well you're both beautiful, so shut up."
"You're a baker, by the way. If you want that bakery we're going to start for you in Maine to work you're going to have to start putting on a few pounds." Lisa took the menus and waved to Keith to come back over.
"I don't have to be fat to be a good baker." Sicily pulled her napkin into her lap and thanked Keith as he put their beers in front of them.
"Let's ask Keith," Lisa chided.
"Ask Keith what?" he spoke, smiling as he took the menus from Lisa.
"Ask you if you think someone needs to be fat to be a good cook or a baker?" Kari jumped in. He looked back at her, a precious smile playing on his lips. He simply stared for a moment before shrugging.
"They say you can't trust a skinny cook." He laughed as Sicily huffed loudly.
"Why do they say that?" Kari asked, leaning toward Lisa and putting her chin in her hands as she took the boy's attention.
"Because they obviously don't eat their own food. What baker would create something delicious, sinfully buttery and not indulge until he or she was satisfied?" he asked with a wink.
Kari sat stunned by how quickly he pulled the silly conversation into something attractive and almost taboo. He was talking about pastries, right?
She needed to get laid. Donuts were turning her on all of a sudden. She sat back and pulled her napkin in her lap, looking up to laugh at the look on Sicily's face.
"Alright… Enough of this madness. Fat cooks are the way to go. I need a steak, baked potato, and ketchup, please." Lisa sat back, looking up at Keith.
He smiled and looked at Kari. "You, miss?"
"I'll take a double bacon cheeseburger and fries."
"You the baker?" He laughed as Sicily swatted at him.
"No, that's me, and I'll take a side salad, no cheese or croutons, and the dressing on the side," Sicily responded.
Kari picked up her beer and let herself relax a little as her
The boy turned toward Lisa and carefully pulled his tie back, a smile on his lips. "Hey, Lisa. You haven't been in here in a while. What gives?"
She shrugged all girl-like and laughed. "I'm trying to watch my figure. Still haven't been offered a ring by anyone."
The boy chuckled and turned his gaze back to Kari, her cheeks growing warm at the way he looked at her. "That's a shame. World’s obviously gone to hell in a handbasket."
"Obviously!" Lisa proclaimed and picked up her menu. "I need a beer, Keith."
"Me too." Sicily pulled the menu down, looking toward Kari. "You too?"
"Yeah, I'll take a Bud Light in a bottle if you have it." Kari pointed to the menu. "We need this fried basket of goodies too."
"Great choice." He winked and turned his attention to Sicily. "What kind of beer are you looking for?"
"Strong, stout, and wet," Lisa mumbled, giggling as Kari and Sicily just shook their heads. Keith laughed with her.
"I'll see what I can find in the back." He smiled and left the table.
"He's cute. See the way he kept looking at you?" Sicily waggled her eyebrows at Kari as Lisa poked her in the side.
"Ouch! Keep your hands to yourself." Kari poked Lisa back and shrugged. "He was just being friendly. People are being very friendly lately. I guess you can see rejection sitting on someone like a bright beacon."
"That's dumb. He's flirting because you’re hot," Lisa said very matter-of-factly and picked her menu up. "I'm getting a steak. I'm not in the mood for anything green."
"You never eat healthy and yet you still manage to look like you do. Makes me ill," Sicily growled at them.
Lisa set her menu down and pressed her forearms to the table between them. "You look way better than me. I'm starting to get this odd roll above my jeans when I wear the really tight ones."
"I don't look way better than you. That's the problem. I work out all the damn time and eat lettuce and carrots and am barely the same size as you."
Kari handed her menu to Lisa. "Yes well you're both beautiful, so shut up."
"You're a baker, by the way. If you want that bakery we're going to start for you in Maine to work you're going to have to start putting on a few pounds." Lisa took the menus and waved to Keith to come back over.
"I don't have to be fat to be a good baker." Sicily pulled her napkin into her lap and thanked Keith as he put their beers in front of them.
"Let's ask Keith," Lisa chided.
"Ask Keith what?" he spoke, smiling as he took the menus from Lisa.
"Ask you if you think someone needs to be fat to be a good cook or a baker?" Kari jumped in. He looked back at her, a precious smile playing on his lips. He simply stared for a moment before shrugging.
"They say you can't trust a skinny cook." He laughed as Sicily huffed loudly.
"Why do they say that?" Kari asked, leaning toward Lisa and putting her chin in her hands as she took the boy's attention.
"Because they obviously don't eat their own food. What baker would create something delicious, sinfully buttery and not indulge until he or she was satisfied?" he asked with a wink.
Kari sat stunned by how quickly he pulled the silly conversation into something attractive and almost taboo. He was talking about pastries, right?
She needed to get laid. Donuts were turning her on all of a sudden. She sat back and pulled her napkin in her lap, looking up to laugh at the look on Sicily's face.
"Alright… Enough of this madness. Fat cooks are the way to go. I need a steak, baked potato, and ketchup, please." Lisa sat back, looking up at Keith.
He smiled and looked at Kari. "You, miss?"
"I'll take a double bacon cheeseburger and fries."
"You the baker?" He laughed as Sicily swatted at him.
"No, that's me, and I'll take a side salad, no cheese or croutons, and the dressing on the side," Sicily responded.
Kari picked up her beer and let herself relax a little as her
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