Girls Love Travis Walker by Anne Pfeffer Page A

been correct.
    Then my head cleared. Things had changed for me. Kat was slammin’ in all ways, but she wasn’t Zoey, who had just come out of the kitchen. I tried to catch her eye, but Kat walked right up and gave me a full-wattage smile. “Miss me?”
    “Yeah, sure.” Before Zoey, I would have been on this situation like a terrier. Now I just felt off balance. I argued with myself, reminding myself that Zoey was taken, and I was free to go after Kat all I wanted.
    She smiled. “How you been?”
    “Fine.” I checked over her shoulder to see what Zoey was doing. She instructed a couple of the servers, as if she didn’t even know we were there.
     I walked over to her. “We’ve got to get the tables set.”
    “You and Kat can do it today,” Zoey said, sounding cool and impersonal. Damn. She could have been at least a little jealous.
    I started laying out plates while Kat smiled and smoothed her hair, then slinked her way over to me. Whatever lack of interest that she felt before seemed to have disappeared.
    Now that I could have Kat, I didn’t care. I wondered what was wrong with me. “You wanna put out the silverware?” I nodded my head toward a tray of forks and knives.
    “Okay.” Kat drifted in the direction of the tray and picked up a fork. “So what have you been up to?”
    I tried think of what to say. “I’m in a program at the fire station.”
    “What for?”
    “We learn stuff about being a firefighter. Like how to get all your gear on in less than sixty seconds.” 
    Kat’s gaze moved around the room, then came back to rest on me.
    “Those firefighter outfits are really hot to wear aren’t they?”
    “Yeah.”
    “I can’t imagine having to get dressed that fast. But I have to decide exactly what to wear, and that always takes time.”  She walked around the tables, letting her hips sway back and forth.
    “Uh, huh.”  I kept my eyes on my work.
    “Yoo hoo, over here!” she said, playfully batting her eyelashes and pointing to herself.
    I gave her a weak smile. She did have a very fine ass.
    “Are you really as into this job as you seem?” She gave me a dry look.
    One of my eyebrows went up, despite myself. “Have you looked around? This place is all women. Perfect for a guy like me.”
    “I see.” Kat’s eyelashes rose and fell, and her hips swayed again, too. “And you’re man enough to handle that?”
    “If you even question the idea, you obviously don’t know me that well.” I let my eyes run up and down her body, knowing she’d love it.
    “Maybe I should get to know you better,” she purred.
    I was about to say “Maybe you should,” when I caught sight of Zoey across the room. Like the first day I saw her, she had her back turned, her ponytail a long rippling wave of platinum. It stopped me short, all thoughts of Kat draining from my head.
     “We better finish up these tables,” I said. “The guests are coming soon.”
     

 
     
     
    Silly
    After dessert was served, Zoey was busy with Johnnie and Hilda. Kat popped up next to me, peeling off her apron. Some guests still ate dessert, while others milled around getting ready to leave. I started clearing the empty lunch tables, while Kat toyed with a few pieces of silverware.
    “This is not my favorite thing, working at the Community Center! I just do it for community service credit,” she said. “It’s required at my school.” She kind of hugged herself so that her arms moved in, squeezing her breasts together and creating an obvious and tempting slice of cleavage.
     She might as well have been wearing a sandwich board sign that said “I’m available.” Her legs were just right – toned with slim ankles. Zoey’s got a boyfriend, I reminded myself. It’s okay to look at another girl. And touch.
    “I’m in school full-time, and I work as a receptionist,” she said. “At my dad’s office.” She turned so I got the three-quarter view. She was quite excellent from every angle.
    By now I’d cleared a