“Look, you’re hot. You know it. I know it. Unless the women in Kentucky are blind and stupid, I can’t imagine it would be hard for you to get laid. Unless ...” I pause and consider. “Do all Kentucky guys look like you? If so ... holy crap.”
He throws his head back, and his rich laugh resonates in the bar and causes a weird flutter in my chest.
Note to self: Don’t let him laugh again. My body can’t handle it.
When Logan finally stops, he drops his menu on the table. “Let me put it this way. If you’ve got all your teeth, don’t live with your parents, and have a full-time job, you’re pretty much a catch in Gold Haven.”
My eyes widen at his words. “Then you’re like the Holy Grail in BFE.”
I realize my mistake as soon as he opens his mouth to laugh again.
“I don’t know about all that, but if I were trying to catch a woman there, it wouldn’t be too hard.”
Apparently it wouldn’t be too hard in New York either, because when a new waitress stops at our table to take our orders, she has to ask Logan to repeat his twice. It’s not his accent that’s giving her trouble ... she’s too busy memorizing every muscle of his body to pay attention to the words coming out of his mouth. She’s not even attempting to be subtle, and it pisses me off.
Not because I’m jealous or anything.I swear.
“He said a cheeseburger. Medium rare. American cheese. Fries. Got it?” I repeat it for her a third time to confirm.
For the first time since she stopped at our table, she finally looks at me. Her perfectly arched eyebrows and perky tits might intimidate another woman, but not me. I stare her down and send the message that I will cut her if she doesn’t move along.
She gets me loud and clear.
“Got it. Thanks.” She flashes a quick look at Logan before backing away. “You let me know if y’all need anything else.”
All of a sudden she’s affecting a Southern drawl with that Jersey accent? Yeah ... that’s classy.
“Are the waitresses here all so damn forgetful?” Logan asks as she heads to a computer to put our order in.
“Only the ones who are dumb enough to wonder if you could be persuaded to take her home instead of leaving with me.”
Logan’s eyebrows shoot up and his features take on an insulted expression. “Are you serious? What the hell kind of guy does she take me for?”
“A shallow one, probably like all the others she’s dated, and at least half the guys in this city.”
Myreal manquestions must be coming back to him, because he’s quiet for a moment before he speaks again. “You really don’t have a friggin’ clue what a good guy is like, do you?”
I shrug. “They’re not exactly in overabundant supply around here. They don’t have to be. Maybe New York isn’t all that much different from Kentucky, because if you’ve got the right job, the right clothes, and the right attitude, you can impress a lot of women.”
Before he can reply, the waitress returns to the table with an obnoxious giggle. “I hate to bother y’all again, but I can’t read my own writing. What did you want for your side, ma’am?”
You’ve got to be kidding me.Thema’amis a swipe at my age, and I know it.
“I ordered the same thing he did.”
Embarrassment colors her cheekbones when she realizes her mistake. “Oh. Oops. I’ll just go put that in for you.”
“Thanks. We’re both starving,” Logan adds.
“I’ll ask the kitchen to put a rush on it,” she offers quickly.
Logan dismisses her with a nod before turning his attention back to me and reaching for his drink. “So, you gonna tell me how you got the name Banner? It’s unique, for sure.”
I smile and tell him the truth. “I’m named after the Hulk.”
Logan is in the middle of sipping his beer, and nearly chokes. “The Hulk? As in the Incredible Hulk?”
I nod. “The one and only.”