Chapter 29
“Your wallet or your life,” the man growled, covering Paul’s eyes.
“Uncle Spanky!” Mac cheered.
“Sorry, dude, you wouldn’t make a very good robber,” Paul said. “At least with the kids around.”
“I only see one. Where’s Kira?”
“On her way back from the restroom with Montana,” Paul nodded, spotting the pair. “And what are you doing up so early anyway? I thought you were going to crash until checkout time.”
“I got the munchies. And what better place to come to both satisfy that and get hit on by some hot waitresses?”
“More like get hit on by the hot busboys,” Paul teased.
“Shit. You’re just jealous because chicks are digging the new gimmick.”
“I will have you know chicks are digging my new haircut.”
“Uh huh. And does one Miss Montana know that?”
“Knows and doesn’t care. I come back to her at the end of the day, don’t I?”
“Wish my fiancee had that stand when she has a bitchfit about all the chicks hanging around me at shows. I mean, come on, do you see 7,000 dollar rocks on their fingers? Which reminds me—”
“Don’t start, Spanky.”
“Don’t start what?” Montana asked, seating Kira in the booth with Mac across from Paul before pecking Brian on the cheek. “Hello, stranger.”
“See there? Even your own chick digs me, PL.”
“In your fantasies maybe.”
“So did anyone come over to take orders yet?” Montana wondered, scanning a menu.
“Not yet,” Paul shook his head.
“Pancakes,” Kira said.
“Is that what you would like, honey?” Montana asked.
“Yeah.”
“Me too,” Mac nodded.
“You know what? I think I will too. Certainly beats your daddy getting breakfast burritos from the drive thru, doesn’t it?” Montana raised an eyebrow at Paul.
“You’re a nag, you know that?” he asked.
“And you love every minute of it, dude,” Brian piped up. “You getting the special?”
“Works for me.”
“And we got ourselves a hot ass waitress. This might be a good morning after all.”
A pretty, red-haired waitress with clear blue eyes came over to take their orders, smiling at both men the entire time, both of them returning her friendly banter. Montana felt a little jealous, but made the effort not to show it as she ordered for herself and the girls.
“What?” Paul asked, noticing Montana’s cold stare once the waitress had left.
“Nothing.” Montana’s tone was slightly icy. “I can deal with it later.”
“We talked about this before, Mon. You're doing it again, so you know.”
She nodded silently, not wanting to get into a scene, especially in front of the girls.
“Anyway,” Brian spoke up in an attempt to break the tension, “Mac, when do you go back to school? And when are you getting a boyfriend?”
“Dude!” Paul said, smacking his head. “She’s not even seven yet. Jesus.”
“Ewwww!” Mac said. “Boys are gross.”
Montana couldn’t help but laugh. “And a pain in the butt sometimes. Besides, you’re young enough to enjoy your life first. Same with your sister over there.”
Soon their respective breakfasts had arrived, all of them smiling wide as the plates of food were being set in front of them. Both guys dug in with gusto while Montana shook her head and smiled. One thing about it, either of them were anything but dainty.
“Oh God, I think I’m going to explode,” Paul leaned back and groaned. “I think we more than got our money’s worth out of that special.”
Brian let out a loud belch. The girls began to laugh while Montana gave him a quizzical look.
“What?” he asked, oblivious to the stares around him.
“Jesus, Brian. Was that really necessary?”
“Better out than in, love.”
“Count your blessings that it didn‘t come from the other end,” Paul replied. “They would have had to call in HAZMAT otherwise.”
“Yeah, PL, like yours smell like a bed of roses.”
“You never complained before,” Paul retorted. “Especially when anything that had me with little clothing on was involved.”
“Better yet, no clothing.”
“Brian, really. There’s kids here. Pipe down, will you?” Montana said.
“What can I say? PL’s a sexy beast that would make even the straightest man gay for a night. By the way, dude, that bus boy three tables over was checking you out.”
“Oquela,” Paul groaned. “Why do I always attract the weirdos?”
“Want me to give him your phone number?”
“Brian!” Montana cried.
“You do want to live long enough for your wedding, right?” Paul asked, glaring.
“I was dragging your chain.” He then jerked a thumb at Montana. “Besides, why get hamburger when you got filet mignon right here?”
Montana couldn’t help but smile. “Thank you, that was sweet.”
Paul checked the time. “You know, if we’re going to get that flight on time, we need to get back to the hotel to pack our shit and check out.” He motioned for the check.
“I’m already packed,” Montana nodded. “I just have to grab my bag.”
“God, you are so fucking efficient.”
“I have to be; it’s part of my job,” she smiled.
Brian gave a loud yawn. “And I got two hours till check out time to get some more snooze time in. I shall take advantage.”
“Yeah, miss your flight again and this time you won’t have me covering your ass for you,” Paul said. “Just make sure you get a wake up call.”
The waitress collected the money, returning with their change before Montana got the girls together and they were ready to leave. Paul then spied the bill under his best friend’s plate.
“Dude, a ten dollar tip for a five dollar breakfast?”
“What can I say?” Brian shrugged. “She had a great ass.”
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