Beautiful Sacrifice (The Maddox Brothers #3)(10)
Author: Jamie McGuire

“My apologies, hon,” Phaedra said. “I’ll get that fixed right away, Dwayne.” She scooped up his plate and rushed through the double doors.

“I’m not your hon!” he called after her. “Piece-of-shit café.”

I walked over to Dwayne and smiled. “Can I get you a coffee while Chuck grills that up for you?”

“Fuck off,” he grumbled, facing me but keeping his eyes on the floor. “I just want a fucking burger the way I ordered it. Is that so hard?”

His cup of tea was over half full, but I wanted to keep him occupied until Phaedra returned. “She’s working on it. Let me get you more tea,” I said, picking up his cup.

He grabbed my wrist. “Get your tater-tot tits outta my face!”

The liquid sloshed from the cup onto my shoes as I tried to pull away, and then it happened again when another large hand encompassed Dwayne’s wrist.

Dwayne froze, and so did I.

Taylor had suddenly appeared next to me. “What did you just call her?” His voice was low and ominous.

I began to speak, but Dwayne let go of my hand and laughed nervously.

“I don’t want more tea,” he growled. “I want to be left alone!”

Taylor let go of Dwayne’s hand and stepped back, making way for Phaedra.

“Here you are, Dwayne. Cheeseburger straight off the grill, no ketchup. So sorry,” Phaedra said, louder than necessary.

She put her body between Dwayne and me, and I took another step back.

“How does that taste? Better?” she asked.

He took a bite. Closing his eyes, he chewed like a wild animal, bread and a piece of onion falling from his mouth. “Yes. Took you long enough.”

Phaedra motioned for me to get busy, and she shot Taylor a look, but I wasn’t sure what it meant.

I escorted Taylor back to his table. He was sitting alone this time.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m fine,” I said. “What can I get you to drink?”

“I’ll have one of your famous Cherry Cokes, please.”

“Coming right up,” I said through my teeth.

“Hey,” he said, tapping the bottom of my elbow before I took a step, “are you mad?”

I paused, glancing over at Dwayne. “I had it covered.”

“I believe you.”

“So, you didn’t need to step in,” I hissed.

“Probably not.”

“Stay out of my business. I don’t need your help. Ever.”

He relaxed back in his chair, unfazed. “Okay.”

“That’s it? Just okay?”

He chuckled. “I understand.”

I could feel him watching me as I made my way to the drink station.

“I’m sorry,” I said, stopping at the author’s table. “What can I get you to drink?”

She shook her head, her eyes bright. “This is the most fun I’ve had in weeks. I’ll have an orange juice.”

“I’ll have the mango sunrise,” her assistant said.

I nodded and continued my trek. Dwayne held out his cup in front of me, and I plowed through it, spilling tea all over him and me.

Instinctively, I raised my hands, palms out, and stopped on my tiptoes even though it was already too late. “Oh my gosh, I’ll get you another one right away.”

“Goddamn it, you bitch!” he yelled at the same time. His chair complained against the tiled floor as he stood, towering over me.

“All right, now, you’ve pissed me off.” Taylor’s strained voice carried from his seat across the room.

In the next moment, he was next to me. He put Dwayne into a headlock and guided him toward the door.

“No! Stop! Please!” I begged.

Each word was mixed with Dwayne’s protests.

Everyone in the room was frozen, staring at Dwayne flailing his arms and trying to push Taylor back but to no avail.

I covered my mouth, and Kirby watched helplessly from her podium. Just before Taylor made it through the door, Phaedra blew her famous two-fingers-in-the-mouth whistle, one that could be heard even in the high school football stadium full of people. I winced at the shrill noise.

“Knock it off!” Phaedra commanded.

The room was silent. Both Chuck and Hector were staring from the window. Dwayne stopped struggling, and Taylor released his neck.

“No one throws my customers out but me!” She marched over to Dwayne, narrowing her eyes. “Did you just verbally abuse my server?”

“She spilled my fucking tea all over me!” Dwayne said, pointing at me.

“This is a family-friendly establishment, and we do not say fuck!” Phaedra said, practically yelling the last part. “Come back when you get some manners, Dwayne!” She turned. “You know what? Not even then!” She looked to Taylor. “Take the trash out, kid.”

Taylor crossed his arms, glowering. Dwayne didn’t put up a fight. Instead, he walked out, ashamed.

Phaedra faced the rest of the café with a bright smile. “Does anyone need anything?”

Most people shook their heads. The author and assistant sat silently, looking so gleeful that I thought they would break into applause at any moment.

I retreated to the bar.

Kirby followed me. “Whoa. Shit, that was hot,” she said, turning her back to the side of the room where Taylor was. “Are you rethinking your plan to kick him to the curb before he’s even on it?”

“Yes,” I said, making the worst Cherry Coke ever. I took the cup around the bar and marched it over to him before setting it hard onto his table.

Taylor looked amused, which only made me angrier.

“I need to cancel tonight,” I said.

“Did you forget about a prior engagement?” he asked.

I blinked. “No.”

“Family emergency that can wait until you’re off work?”

I frowned. “No.”

“Then why are you canceling?”

“Because you’re a bully.”

He touched his chest. “I’m a bully?”

“Yes,” I said through my teeth, trying to keep my voice down. “You can’t just manhandle our customers like that.”

“I just did.” He leaned back, too pleased with himself. “Didn’t you hear your boss? She told me to.”

I snarled my lip, disgusted. “And you enjoyed it. Because you’re a bully. I don’t go out with bullies.”

“Great.”

“Great?” My voice rose an octave.