My Sister's Best Friend (Best Friends 3) Read Online Free Page A
Author: G.L. Snodgrass
take my eyes off him I had to force myself to look away. I caught Joseph, the old goat, giving me a knowing smile. I shot him a frown to shut him up before he said anything dumb.
Mr. Casper held up his cup for a refill which I was more than happy to give him. Anything to try and break this spell.
"Order up," Carlos said from the kitchen as he slid two plates' across the shelf, tucking the ticket under the burger and fries.
Grabbing the plates I started towards the couple in the back. A sick feeling flashed through me making my stomach drop. What if he left while I was busy? I quickly spun around.
"I'll be right back, don't go anywhere," I said. He smiled and nodded allowing my stomach to rearrange itself back to normal.
Of course the couple in the back needed refills on their cokes. It seemed everything was conspiring to keep me away from Nathan. All I wanted to do was get back to him and look into those chocolate eyes of his and make sure he truly was all right.
After I delivered their drinks I turned, running my hands down my dress. God, why did he have to see me in this awful uniform? I'd spent the week planning what outfit to where when I visited the Johnsons. Finally deciding on jeans, fitted white shirt, Hair down. Casual but attractive. I couldn't decide whether to wear the scarf or not.
Now it was all ruined because he saw me in this frumpy dress from the fifties.
"Listen Ashley, I didn't mean to interrupt you at work. I ..."
"No, you're not interrupting," I said. "I get off in fifteen minutes. Can you wait? Really it won't be long. Here, have some more coffee. Do you want something to eat?" Okay, even I knew I was babbling but I couldn't seem to stop.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mr. Casper silently shook his head while he concentrated on his meal.
Nathan smiled. "Ashley, I've already been by my house. Do you seriously think my mother let me leave without feeding me enough food for a full platoon?"
I laughed. He was right, no way would Mrs. J ever do that.
"But sure," he continued. "If it's not a problem, I'll wait."
My heart soared and I let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. Smiling my appreciation I darted off to start making preparations for my relief. If Meagan was late tonight I would kill her.
Between counting out my drawer, shooting glances at Nathan to make sure he was still there, and watching the front door for Meagan I felt like I was on a runaway treadmill. Afraid that if I made a wrong step I would crash and be flung into a nightmare.
Meagan showed up five minutes before her clock in time, bless her little heart. She came out of the back tying her apron on when she caught sight of Nathan. I saw the immediate interest flash behind her eyes and had to stop myself from clawing at her face. How dare she?
"Who's that at the end?" she whispered, her eyes never leaving him.
Nathan was looking out the window and oblivious to the feminine perusal he was being subjected to.
"That Meagan, is Mr. Nathan Johnson, and he is so far off limits that you are not even allowed to talk to him."
She glanced at me, her eyebrows rising in surprise. She smiled and nodded. "Ok Ash, normally I'd fight you for him, but something tells me I wouldn't have a chance in hell."
"I mean it Megan, You see him walk in here, you walk out the back."
She laughed and shook her head. "Wow, you've got it bad. Like I said, OK, I know, off limits. But honey, I'd be careful a man like that is going to be caught by a dozen women before he's done."
Not if the right one catches him first, I thought.
Normally we would stand around and gossip like a pair of fish wives but not tonight. Ignoring her I clocked out and grabbed my sweater.
Nathan stood up, smiling at me as I approached. A girl could get lost in that smile of his. He's not the same boy you knew Ashley I reminded myself. He is also most definitely not the same as the high school boys you're used to.
This is a man. A man who has done stuff and
Mr. Casper held up his cup for a refill which I was more than happy to give him. Anything to try and break this spell.
"Order up," Carlos said from the kitchen as he slid two plates' across the shelf, tucking the ticket under the burger and fries.
Grabbing the plates I started towards the couple in the back. A sick feeling flashed through me making my stomach drop. What if he left while I was busy? I quickly spun around.
"I'll be right back, don't go anywhere," I said. He smiled and nodded allowing my stomach to rearrange itself back to normal.
Of course the couple in the back needed refills on their cokes. It seemed everything was conspiring to keep me away from Nathan. All I wanted to do was get back to him and look into those chocolate eyes of his and make sure he truly was all right.
After I delivered their drinks I turned, running my hands down my dress. God, why did he have to see me in this awful uniform? I'd spent the week planning what outfit to where when I visited the Johnsons. Finally deciding on jeans, fitted white shirt, Hair down. Casual but attractive. I couldn't decide whether to wear the scarf or not.
Now it was all ruined because he saw me in this frumpy dress from the fifties.
"Listen Ashley, I didn't mean to interrupt you at work. I ..."
"No, you're not interrupting," I said. "I get off in fifteen minutes. Can you wait? Really it won't be long. Here, have some more coffee. Do you want something to eat?" Okay, even I knew I was babbling but I couldn't seem to stop.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mr. Casper silently shook his head while he concentrated on his meal.
Nathan smiled. "Ashley, I've already been by my house. Do you seriously think my mother let me leave without feeding me enough food for a full platoon?"
I laughed. He was right, no way would Mrs. J ever do that.
"But sure," he continued. "If it's not a problem, I'll wait."
My heart soared and I let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. Smiling my appreciation I darted off to start making preparations for my relief. If Meagan was late tonight I would kill her.
Between counting out my drawer, shooting glances at Nathan to make sure he was still there, and watching the front door for Meagan I felt like I was on a runaway treadmill. Afraid that if I made a wrong step I would crash and be flung into a nightmare.
Meagan showed up five minutes before her clock in time, bless her little heart. She came out of the back tying her apron on when she caught sight of Nathan. I saw the immediate interest flash behind her eyes and had to stop myself from clawing at her face. How dare she?
"Who's that at the end?" she whispered, her eyes never leaving him.
Nathan was looking out the window and oblivious to the feminine perusal he was being subjected to.
"That Meagan, is Mr. Nathan Johnson, and he is so far off limits that you are not even allowed to talk to him."
She glanced at me, her eyebrows rising in surprise. She smiled and nodded. "Ok Ash, normally I'd fight you for him, but something tells me I wouldn't have a chance in hell."
"I mean it Megan, You see him walk in here, you walk out the back."
She laughed and shook her head. "Wow, you've got it bad. Like I said, OK, I know, off limits. But honey, I'd be careful a man like that is going to be caught by a dozen women before he's done."
Not if the right one catches him first, I thought.
Normally we would stand around and gossip like a pair of fish wives but not tonight. Ignoring her I clocked out and grabbed my sweater.
Nathan stood up, smiling at me as I approached. A girl could get lost in that smile of his. He's not the same boy you knew Ashley I reminded myself. He is also most definitely not the same as the high school boys you're used to.
This is a man. A man who has done stuff and
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