cheeseburger in there calling my name.”
*
“Five double bacon cheeseburgers, five double cheeseburgers with special sauce, five quattro cheeseburgers, five hamburgers with extra everything, five plain hamburgers, five club sandwiches, ten hot dogs, ten orders of buttermilk chicken, ten orders of fries, ten chili fries, ten cheese fries, ten onion rings, ten mozzarella sticks, extra packets of ketchup and mustard and one cobb salad.” Carole let out a breath at the end of their order and stuck her pencil behind her ear. “Let me just ring up your bill and I’ll get a busboy to help carry it out to your car.”
On looking over the many bags of food, Chris was impressed Carole had managed to get all that right. Kylie ordered a mountain of food, hoping to tempt the gargoyles.
He raised an eyebrow at her. “Cobb salad?”
Kylie shrugged. “Gotta try and be healthy.”
Chris reached for his wallet and Kylie placed a hand on his arm. “We’re treating you, remember.”
“It’s not a problem.” He was old fashioned; it felt weird to let a woman pay for food.
“No seriously, let me.”
Grudgingly, he did, although it still rankled. It probably shouldn’t. He’d been on dates with lots of strong, professional women, more than capable of paying for dinner for themselves, but he liked to. He had no problem with dating women who earned more than him, and had more powerful jobs, but he did like to take care of his female. Maybe he should have been born a caveman.
The new doctor in town, Carey White waved over at him. She was ensconced in a booth with a few members of the council, and he waved back. She seemed like a nice, down to earth woman and was possibly about to overtake Martha as most eligible single female in town. Carey disentangled herself from the stuffy old men and wandered over to them.
“Hi, Chris. Hi, Kylie.” Unlike some of the other women in town, her smile for Kylie was just as warm as it was for him.
“Dr. White, how nice to see you,” said Kylie. “Outside of office hours,” she added.
Carey beamed. “Outside the office, you can call me Carey.”
“I’ve been meaning to call for an appointment,” admitted Kylie.
“Do - I have loads of free time at the moment.” She leaned forward conspiratorially. “I don’t think anyone around here likes change. I think they’d rather still see Dr. East. It means I’ve had a lot of time to practice my knitting.”
Chris had to admit that was true. People around there didn’t like change, and Dr. East had been the local doctor for fifty years. The fact that he was incompetent and convinced that a hot compress and a sugary soda would cure everything from epilepsy to postnatal depression wasn’t great.
“Give it forty years and they’ll come around,” said Chris.
Carey tinkled with laughter. “Imagine how great my knitting skills will be by then. Anyway, I better get back – the council members are looking a little lonely.”
Sure enough, the older gentlemen were casting longing looks in her direction. “I’ll see you guys around and Kylie, call me tomorrow and we’ll fix something up.”
They said their goodbyes and he watched the slim, beautiful doctor sashay through the diner. She was a lovely woman. Just the type Chris should date, just the type he normally went for, and yet – nothing. Not even a wisp of interest in her. He wasn’t even interested enough to check out her ass like all the other male diner patrons. Not that he was much of an ass man. He preferred breasts. Dangerously, his thoughts wandered to Annis and wondered about hers. From under that scrap of fabric she called a top, he could tell they were plump and perky, but he wondered what color her nipples were. Dusky pink?
“She’s great,” murmured Kylie.
“Yes, she is,” Chris muttered before realizing Kylie meant the doctor. “Oh, yes, yes she is.”
Fuck, did he need a cold
*
“Five double bacon cheeseburgers, five double cheeseburgers with special sauce, five quattro cheeseburgers, five hamburgers with extra everything, five plain hamburgers, five club sandwiches, ten hot dogs, ten orders of buttermilk chicken, ten orders of fries, ten chili fries, ten cheese fries, ten onion rings, ten mozzarella sticks, extra packets of ketchup and mustard and one cobb salad.” Carole let out a breath at the end of their order and stuck her pencil behind her ear. “Let me just ring up your bill and I’ll get a busboy to help carry it out to your car.”
On looking over the many bags of food, Chris was impressed Carole had managed to get all that right. Kylie ordered a mountain of food, hoping to tempt the gargoyles.
He raised an eyebrow at her. “Cobb salad?”
Kylie shrugged. “Gotta try and be healthy.”
Chris reached for his wallet and Kylie placed a hand on his arm. “We’re treating you, remember.”
“It’s not a problem.” He was old fashioned; it felt weird to let a woman pay for food.
“No seriously, let me.”
Grudgingly, he did, although it still rankled. It probably shouldn’t. He’d been on dates with lots of strong, professional women, more than capable of paying for dinner for themselves, but he liked to. He had no problem with dating women who earned more than him, and had more powerful jobs, but he did like to take care of his female. Maybe he should have been born a caveman.
The new doctor in town, Carey White waved over at him. She was ensconced in a booth with a few members of the council, and he waved back. She seemed like a nice, down to earth woman and was possibly about to overtake Martha as most eligible single female in town. Carey disentangled herself from the stuffy old men and wandered over to them.
“Hi, Chris. Hi, Kylie.” Unlike some of the other women in town, her smile for Kylie was just as warm as it was for him.
“Dr. White, how nice to see you,” said Kylie. “Outside of office hours,” she added.
Carey beamed. “Outside the office, you can call me Carey.”
“I’ve been meaning to call for an appointment,” admitted Kylie.
“Do - I have loads of free time at the moment.” She leaned forward conspiratorially. “I don’t think anyone around here likes change. I think they’d rather still see Dr. East. It means I’ve had a lot of time to practice my knitting.”
Chris had to admit that was true. People around there didn’t like change, and Dr. East had been the local doctor for fifty years. The fact that he was incompetent and convinced that a hot compress and a sugary soda would cure everything from epilepsy to postnatal depression wasn’t great.
“Give it forty years and they’ll come around,” said Chris.
Carey tinkled with laughter. “Imagine how great my knitting skills will be by then. Anyway, I better get back – the council members are looking a little lonely.”
Sure enough, the older gentlemen were casting longing looks in her direction. “I’ll see you guys around and Kylie, call me tomorrow and we’ll fix something up.”
They said their goodbyes and he watched the slim, beautiful doctor sashay through the diner. She was a lovely woman. Just the type Chris should date, just the type he normally went for, and yet – nothing. Not even a wisp of interest in her. He wasn’t even interested enough to check out her ass like all the other male diner patrons. Not that he was much of an ass man. He preferred breasts. Dangerously, his thoughts wandered to Annis and wondered about hers. From under that scrap of fabric she called a top, he could tell they were plump and perky, but he wondered what color her nipples were. Dusky pink?
“She’s great,” murmured Kylie.
“Yes, she is,” Chris muttered before realizing Kylie meant the doctor. “Oh, yes, yes she is.”
Fuck, did he need a cold
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