Outrunning Her Past

Chapter 8

"Order up, Dani!" Dalton hollered as he placed three plates in the window. It had been almost two weeks since I'd agreed to move in with the guys and so far it was going okay. Just as Wyatt had promised, they fixed up the spare office as a guest room. It was nice to have a small space to myself again even though I spent most of my time around the others. We'd only exchanged a few small kisses and snuggles, but it was enough for now.

"So I've got one English breakfast, one steak and eggs with wheat toast, and a short stack with bacon," I said, setting the plates before the three older ladies. "Would you care for more coffee or juice?"

"Much cuter than I thought she'd be," one half-whispered to the others.

They nodded, as the one with the blue hairpin smirked, "Good hips, too."

Okay, this was weird, I thought to myself. "Um, does everything look good, ladies?"

"Oh, yes, dearie. Could you be a peach and tell Talon and Dalton that their aunts would like to visit with them?" My eyes must have widened because the three of them chuckled before the one closest to me spoke. "Don't worry, dearie, I'm sure they won't tell any secrets."

With a gaping mouth and confused expression I walked through the door to the back of the house, "Um, Talon, Dalton, your aunts are at table six. They'd like to see you."

"Aunts?" Talon asked. "What the..." he ran to the pass-through window and muttered, "Fuck. Dalton, uh, the aunts really are here." Dalton's face drained of color as he began muttering and slamming things around.

"I fucking told Nate, but no he won't ever listen," Dalton grumbled. "Okay, we need to get this settled."

"I already called Wyatt. He's on his way," Talon said.

"Is this like Dean's parents? Are your aunts being here not a good thing?" I asked, still confused. "And why did they say I was cuter than they expected and had good hips?" They both made a choking sound as Talon rolled his eyes. "Is anyone going to answer me?"

"Nope, not touching that topic right now," he muttered. "You, my little kitten, are going to take this order out to table nine, then clock out for the day. Go keep grumpy old Wyatt company while we sort out our family drama."

"But I have customers," I pouted.

"And I'll make sure you get your tips, but for now, please do this for us, for me," Talon gave me a sexy smirk, and then pressed his lips to mine, making me whine slightly.

I huffed, "Fine."

He patted my butt and grinned, "Good Kitten."

I rolled my eyes as I grabbed the order and headed to the back section. I couldn't help but notice their aunts watching me. They looked quite old and nothing like the brothers. The one with the blue hairpin had unnaturally dark hair with long fingers that traced around the top of her coffee mug as she noticed my movements. The other two were constantly whispering to one another as they ate, their eyes roaming the entire restaurant. Looking away, I finished delivering the order and refilled drinks before heading toward the time clock. Both Talon and Dalton were now standing at the edge of the table speaking with the women. I heard Talon's voice growl, "That's not your concern". He looked furious as he spoke and my feet moved a bit quicker.

I had just put away my order book and apron when Wyatt's familiar smoky scent surrounded me. "Hello darlin, are you ready to get out of here?" Instinctually I leaned back against him and let out a humm of approval. His arms wrapped around my waist, "I think someone could use a bit of relaxation. Come on, I know just the thing." His eyes danced with mischief as I looked up at him. The smile on his face made my heart swell and I agreed, letting him lead me out the back door.