bowl of dip without saying anything. They were all
in that solemn mood when Suzy and Raz came.
"What in the world happened? Got a lady
in your group so you're all pretending to be polite and with good manners?
Hello there, young lady. I'm Suzy, the cashier slash waitress slash manager,
accountant, and these boys' maid. And this young man here is Raz."
"Nice to meet you, Suzy, Raz."
Raz smiled big, showing his white gapped
teeth. "Hello. Welcome to Pink Door. You're really…welcome here. I hope you'll feel welcome. Here." Raz cleared his throat. "Anytime you need
anything, I'm here."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome.
"You're wonderfully welcome."
"Hey, Raz. What's that stain on your
pants?" Marley asked.
"What?" Raz looked down, nearly
dropping the tray that he was holding.
Suzy rolled her eyes. "He's joking. Drinks,
Raz."
"Right. Here's your drinks." Raz placed
ten bottles of beer on the table, picking up the empty ones and placing them on
the tray and then left in a hurry.
"Thanks, Raz," everyone said.
"You're an ass, Marley," Dylan
snarled.
"I'm just kidding. The boy was
hypnotized."
Dylan glanced at Angel eyeing everyone. She
sat on her chair like a deity with unnatural beauty who'd seen a Kama Sutra.
Who wouldn't be hypnotized. Maybe when Angel looked at the book, she had unknowingly
unlocked the sensual side of her, now screaming to be tested. Because her ex
was a fucking lunatic, he didn't--
Suzy clapped her hands, interrupting his
thoughts.
"So, boys and girl. What's it going to
be tonight?" Suzy tapped her notepad with a pen.
"Chinese. Is Chinese fine with you,
Angel?" Tyler asked.
"Oh, yeah. I love Chinese, Japanese,
Thai, Greek. Name it."
"Good. Chinese then. I want Mongolian
beef."
"Chow Mein."
"Special fried rice."
"Orange chicken."
Dylan listened to his brothers order their
food simultaneously.
Suzy tapped her pen on the small pad of
paper she was holding to quiet down the brothers. "One at a time, boys. I
don't want to miss an order and then go back to the Asian Wok again."
Dylan's brothers repeated their order. When
they were done, he asked Angel, "What about you, Angel?"
"I love Chinese, but aren't we going to
order from the restaurant menu?"
"No," all the men said at the same
time.
"What about Tony?"
"Forget about that dirty ass, Marley
said.
"I think he's adorable."
"If you hear him snore, you'd think
twice about him being adorable. So what's it gonna be?"
"What--oh my order?"
"Yup."
"Okay. I'll have tofu with mixed
vegetables and spinach salad with oil and vinegar, please."
"What? If you want to have this,"
Morrison raised his arm, bent it at the elbow and flexed his muscles. "You
got to eat Mongolian beef."
"You call those things muscles?"
Tyler laughed.
"They're bigger than your dick, aren't
they?"
Insults started flying across the table.
There were shoving and kicking from under the table. Dylan watched. His
brothers may be over six feet tall, with the exception of Hendrix, but they
were still children at times. He glanced at Angel to see how she was taking the
scene. Dylan wasn't surprised to see her smiling, enjoying the spectacle. She
even raised her own arm to show her muscle, which looked as soft as butter. His
brothers teased her mercilessly, but she held her own.
Dylan laughed when Morrison called Angel's
arm parsnip. He was so glad that the bit about her dead parents was all but
forgotten. Thanks to the angel in their midst.
Chapter Ten
Only a couple customers were dining when
Dylan's brothers said their goodbyes. Tony joined him and Angel for a bit, then
went back to the kitchen right after Raz cleared the last table.
It was almost twelve o'clock and he should
call it a night, but for some reason, he didn't want to leave his spot. Funny
that. Normally around this time, he was antsy to sit in front of his computer
to write. Not tonight. What he wanted to do was keep talking--no, staring at
Angel like some besotted
in that solemn mood when Suzy and Raz came.
"What in the world happened? Got a lady
in your group so you're all pretending to be polite and with good manners?
Hello there, young lady. I'm Suzy, the cashier slash waitress slash manager,
accountant, and these boys' maid. And this young man here is Raz."
"Nice to meet you, Suzy, Raz."
Raz smiled big, showing his white gapped
teeth. "Hello. Welcome to Pink Door. You're really…welcome here. I hope you'll feel welcome. Here." Raz cleared his throat. "Anytime you need
anything, I'm here."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome.
"You're wonderfully welcome."
"Hey, Raz. What's that stain on your
pants?" Marley asked.
"What?" Raz looked down, nearly
dropping the tray that he was holding.
Suzy rolled her eyes. "He's joking. Drinks,
Raz."
"Right. Here's your drinks." Raz placed
ten bottles of beer on the table, picking up the empty ones and placing them on
the tray and then left in a hurry.
"Thanks, Raz," everyone said.
"You're an ass, Marley," Dylan
snarled.
"I'm just kidding. The boy was
hypnotized."
Dylan glanced at Angel eyeing everyone. She
sat on her chair like a deity with unnatural beauty who'd seen a Kama Sutra.
Who wouldn't be hypnotized. Maybe when Angel looked at the book, she had unknowingly
unlocked the sensual side of her, now screaming to be tested. Because her ex
was a fucking lunatic, he didn't--
Suzy clapped her hands, interrupting his
thoughts.
"So, boys and girl. What's it going to
be tonight?" Suzy tapped her notepad with a pen.
"Chinese. Is Chinese fine with you,
Angel?" Tyler asked.
"Oh, yeah. I love Chinese, Japanese,
Thai, Greek. Name it."
"Good. Chinese then. I want Mongolian
beef."
"Chow Mein."
"Special fried rice."
"Orange chicken."
Dylan listened to his brothers order their
food simultaneously.
Suzy tapped her pen on the small pad of
paper she was holding to quiet down the brothers. "One at a time, boys. I
don't want to miss an order and then go back to the Asian Wok again."
Dylan's brothers repeated their order. When
they were done, he asked Angel, "What about you, Angel?"
"I love Chinese, but aren't we going to
order from the restaurant menu?"
"No," all the men said at the same
time.
"What about Tony?"
"Forget about that dirty ass, Marley
said.
"I think he's adorable."
"If you hear him snore, you'd think
twice about him being adorable. So what's it gonna be?"
"What--oh my order?"
"Yup."
"Okay. I'll have tofu with mixed
vegetables and spinach salad with oil and vinegar, please."
"What? If you want to have this,"
Morrison raised his arm, bent it at the elbow and flexed his muscles. "You
got to eat Mongolian beef."
"You call those things muscles?"
Tyler laughed.
"They're bigger than your dick, aren't
they?"
Insults started flying across the table.
There were shoving and kicking from under the table. Dylan watched. His
brothers may be over six feet tall, with the exception of Hendrix, but they
were still children at times. He glanced at Angel to see how she was taking the
scene. Dylan wasn't surprised to see her smiling, enjoying the spectacle. She
even raised her own arm to show her muscle, which looked as soft as butter. His
brothers teased her mercilessly, but she held her own.
Dylan laughed when Morrison called Angel's
arm parsnip. He was so glad that the bit about her dead parents was all but
forgotten. Thanks to the angel in their midst.
Chapter Ten
Only a couple customers were dining when
Dylan's brothers said their goodbyes. Tony joined him and Angel for a bit, then
went back to the kitchen right after Raz cleared the last table.
It was almost twelve o'clock and he should
call it a night, but for some reason, he didn't want to leave his spot. Funny
that. Normally around this time, he was antsy to sit in front of his computer
to write. Not tonight. What he wanted to do was keep talking--no, staring at
Angel like some besotted
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