Distinguished Service & Every Move You Make (Uniformly Hot!) Read Online Free

blur while she stood perfectly still.
    Of course, that could be just him.
    The vintage jukebox in the corner. Definitely the jukebox. He’d
play a song—an old one—pull her into his arms…lean her against the machine and
work his hand up her skirt to find out just how sweet those thighs and what lay
between them were…watch her smile melt into a sexy sigh.
    “Maybe later,” he said.
    He didn’t detect any flicker of disappointment that he wasn’t
leaving to free up the table for another diner.
    “And only if you promise to have a piece with me. It’ll be my
price for having leant a hand…”
    * * *
    T HREE HOURS LATER , Geneva was even more impressed with Mace
Harrison than when he had first slid from the booth, introduced himself, then
asked for an apron and bussing tub.
    What guy did that?
    None that she knew of.
    And certainly not a complete stranger. She’d verified he was
new in town since none of the staff nor Trudy could remember seeing him in there
before, much less knew him.
    And certainly not a completely hot stranger who made her feel
like a wanted woman instead of the host of other titles to which she’d grown
accustomed lately.
    Refusing his generous offer hadn’t even entered her mind. Truth
was, they were busier than she could ever remember being and Trudy’s usually
easily dismissed sounds of dismay had begun turning into very real ones.
    Mace had been as good as gold, a natural as Mel had noted, his
sheer size and impressive presence not interfering with his assisting without
being asked, and doing at least two of the jobs for which they were short
staffed, lightening the load for the rest of them.
    Was he military? She guessed yes. And that normally would have
counted as a strike against him in her personal notebook, considering her
experience with members of the armed forces.
    But what had happened tonight was anything but normal.
    And what was happening to her fell solidly into the same
category.
    Finally, one by one, satisfied customers began to ease to a
workable trickle, and then the staff began to leave, including Trudy herself,
who begged off with a migraine. Thankfully, Dustin had given up trying to corner
her an hour ago and left, as well. Only Mel remained. But seeing as closing time
was in ten minutes, he had only one order to finish up and she knew he’d be
leaving, too, as he always did to get home quickly to his wife and family.
    Now, as Mace stood spraying dishes to go into the washer, she
couldn’t help staring at his hands. He’d rolled up the sleeves of his crisp
white shirt while the full-body white apron covered the front from his chest
down to his knees. If his feet hurt in his dress shoes, she couldn’t tell, even
though he’d been on his feet all night.
    Her own dogs were barking loudly and she wore the equivalent of
gym shoes.
    Geneva absently wrapped up the little that remained of the meat
loaf and mashed potatoes, not realizing she was still staring at Mace until he
asked, “Did I spill something?”
    She met his gaze, reading the telltale grin there, then smiled
herself. “Sorry. It’s been a long day.”
    Tiffany had left in a huff about the same time Dustin had,
apparently disappointed that her obvious flirting wasn’t gaining her any more
attention from the unhired help than Mel got.
    Actually, Geneva was pretty sure she’d gotten less.
    Interesting. Not many men were capable of refusing the pretty
blonde’s charms at normal speed, much less when she amped them up. And she’d
definitely set her sights on Mace.
    A few minutes later, Mel removed his apron and grabbed his
jacket. “Well, it’s that time again, kids.”
    Geneva held up the paper bag she’d readied for him and he took
it, giving her a loud kiss on the cheek.
    “Thanks, doll. See you on the morrow.”
    “Tell Alice hi.”
    “Will do. ’Night.”
    “’Night.”
    And just like that it was only her and Mace.
    Well, and three people at two tables in the other room.
    He finished up the