Faye’s voice is small when she replies, “He’s your nephew. I assumed…effectively, I assumed you wouldn’t imagine me or wouldn’t care.”

Harold steps nearer to her and raises his hand like he desires to stroke her cheek however drops it shortly. “Why would you suppose that, honey? After all, I care.”

Faye seems momentarily surprised, then shuffles towards him. I assumed she was in love with Wyatt, however the best way she’s Harold…

“Once I instructed him I didn’t prefer it when he touches me and that I used to be going to inform you if he didn’t cease, he instructed me you fired the final woman who ‘lied’ about him. He mentioned you’d hearth me too, and you realize I can’t afford to lose this job.”

Matt is totally forgotten, although he continues to wrestle unsuccessfully to get out of Wyatt’s maintain, as all of our consideration is targeted on the scene taking part in out between Harold and Faye. This time, Harold doesn’t maintain himself again. He strokes Faye’s cheek softly, making her breath hitch and mouth half.

“That by no means occurred, Faye. I don’t care if he’s my nephew. I’d by no means have let this go on if I had identified about it, I promise.” Faye bites her backside lip and tilts her head, leaning into his palm on her cheek, and omg, how candy.

We’re snapped out of the beautiful second when Matt, who’s sweating and puffing now, factors an accusing finger at Faye. “That’s not true! I by no means touched that outdated hag”—he swings his arm to level at me—“and I didn’t contact that prissy little bitch both!”

Ooh, dangerous name, dude.

Wyatt growls like a savage animal and picks Matt up as simply as he would a bag of rubbish. It takes him three seconds to stomp out of the workplace, push open the diner’s entrance door, and actually throw Matt exterior on his ass. The three of us observe, and it’s then I notice all the purchasers, and the kitchen workers as effectively, are on their toes, heads bobbing round to see what’s occurring.

I run out the door behind Wyatt as he stomps over to Matt, who’s sprawled on his again within the parking zone. Wyatt twists Matt’s shirt in his fist, pulling him as much as stand, and cocks his arm again like he’s going to punch him within the face whereas Matt pleads for him to let him go.

I lunge for his arm. “No! Don’t do it, Wyatt!”

“Let go of me, Dolly. This little shit deserves it and extra for what he did to you and the opposite ladies.”

I wrap each of my fingers round his thick arm and go up on my tiptoes to whisper in his ear, “Don’t do it, Daddy. In the event you harm him, then the cops are going to come back and arrest you. You’ll go to jail, after which I’ll be on their lonesome.”

Wyatt immediately lets go of Matt’s shirt and shoves him away, making him journey over his toes and land on his ass once more. Wyatt boosts me up with an arm below my butt, and I wrap my legs round his waist, seize his face, and kiss him laborious.

“Thanks, Daddy,” I say with reduction after I break the kiss.

Our heads swing to the facet once we hear a loud grunt, discovering Harold hunched over Matt. He grabs Matt’s shirt like Wyatt had carried out, pulling him as much as sit, after which he punches Matt sq. within the face.

“Wyatt may not wish to go to jail, however I positive as hell don’t care.” He swings and punches Matt once more, and it’s lights out for him. Harold straightens and pulls a crimson bandana from the again pocket of his black slacks, utilizing it to mop throughout his forehead. He yells on the gathered crowd of looky-loos, “Any of y’all going to name the cops, or can we get again to consuming?”

They collectively shake their heads, with a couple of of them shouting out solutions of No and Nope. One of many outdated timers who had been sitting on the counter shouts, “We didn’t see nothing, did we?” to his associates.

One smirks and solutions, “Nope, we positive didn’t.” There are a couple of chuckles, and the small crowd of shoppers and staff make their manner again into the diner.

Harold turns to me and Wyatt, who I’m nonetheless clinging to. “Nicely now, Miss Dolly. I’m actual sorry about my nephew’s conduct. In the event you nonetheless need the job, it’s yours, in fact. I’m positive my brother goes to wring his neck, and I’ll be sure that Matt received’t be again to hassle nobody.”

I flip to Wyatt and examine his expression, which is just barely again to regular. “As much as you, babygirl. Now that the trash has been taken out, I’ve received no purpose to fret about you working right here.”

I smile, although I’m nonetheless shaken up by every part. None of this adjustments the actual fact I nonetheless need a method to help myself.

“Thanks, Harold. Sure, I’d nonetheless prefer to take the job.” I fortunately observe him again inside to gather my new uniform, one I get to select.

Faye is smiling brightly once we briefly make eye contact after I’m carried out, although her consideration drifts proper again to Harold, who stands at her facet, leaning in shut and talking too low for me to listen to. She seems smitten, and I hope I learn the entire state of affairs between her and Wyatt incorrect.

The opposite waitress, who seems to be in her late twenties, sticks her hand out to shake mine. “Hello. Dolly, proper? I’m Violet. This was one hell of a method to meet you.” Her lengthy brown hair with purple streaks is pulled up in a ponytail, and it swings as she laughs. Her jewel-studded nostril ring twinkles when she scrunches her nostril.

I snort and say, “You may say that once more.” I drop her hand and lace mine with Wyatt’s. He clears his throat, and I movement to him. “That is Wyatt, my fiancé.”

Violet grins, eyeing him up and down a number of instances.

Ahh shit, is she in love with him too?

“Yeah, I do know who he’s. He used thus far my large sister, Crystal, earlier than the bitch emptied my pockets and took off. He works with my husband, Jared, down at Berenson Trucking.”

She’s married! Sure! And he or she’s not in love with Wyatt!

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