“The kind who doesn’t like to watch it turn brown and stare at slush all winter.”
“But you’re from Pennsylvania. It has to snow out there.”
“That doesn’t mean I like snow,” he gritted out, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Fuck, how long does it take to get a menu around here?”
Saying things like that would get you in big trouble in this town. “If I were you, I’d watch what you say.”
“What? That the service is slow? That I want a fucking menu? What’s the worst they’ll do? Kick me out?”
If he only knew the kind of revenge people took around here. He wouldn’t be so willing to let his lips fly like that.
“Here we are!” Cora grinned, dropping the menus on the table. “Now, I went ahead and took the liberty of placing anorder for you. It looks like you need food fast. In the meantime, go ahead and look over the menu. Tell me if there’s anything else you want.
Another waitress came over with two red concoctions, setting them down for us.
“I also took the liberty of mixing up the best hangover cure in the state,” she winked.
I smiled at her, then turned to Rob, wondering what he would say now.
“Thank you,” he murmured, taking the drink. He grimaced as he swallowed it, but didn’t gripe any further.
“Can I get you anything else?” Cora asked, winking at me.
What was with that? What the hell happened yesterday? “Uh, no, I’ll just eat whatever you put in for us.”
“Alright, I’ll leave you two lovebirds to it,” she giggled, walking away.
I watched her go, then leaned over the table. “Okay, that is seriously creepy. She knows more about what happened between us than we do!”
“Then why didn’t you ask her?”
“Because I’m not sure I want everyone in town knowing our business.”
He huffed out a laugh at that. “I highly doubt everyone in town will know what happened at this table.”
“Little do you know about the town you’re in,” I shot back. “It just so happens that this town runs like a well-oiled machine when it comes to gossip.”
“It can’t be that bad.”
I snorted. “Just keep telling yourself that.”
It took another ten minutes for our food to arrive, and during that time, it didn’t escape my notice that nearly everyone in the diner was waiting on pins and needles to see what would happen. Watchful gazes and curious townsfolk passed our tableat random, just to see if they could catch a bit of conversation. Even people on the sidewalk stopped to peer inside and gawk at us.
“Here you go! I call this the honeymooners’ special,” Cora said, sliding the plates onto the table.
It was a weird name for a breakfast, but I didn’t care. I was too starving to argue with her about her choice of breakfast names. I dug in, my stomach turning with every bite I took, but with time, the ache would ease.
When I was finished, I had my first sip of coffee, wishing I hadn’t waited so long to drink it. The warmth of the cup had all but fled the diner, and that toasty feeling I had been hoping for was nowhere in sight.
“So, I guess we need to find your things,” I said when I was done eating. “Do you have anyone you can call to pick you up?”
“In Montana?” he scoffed. “I doubt they’d do much more than get me a plane ticket.”
“Sounds like great friends,” I muttered.
“I still don’t understand what I’m doing out here. I need to find my phone and check in with my boss.”
“Why? Do you often check in with your boss instead of your family?”