Chapter 18
“Yeah. Whatever.” Guy hung up before I could. Typical.
As I walked into the cafe wearing the most sedate casual clothes I owned, I could have sworn I’d barged into a lumberjack convention. He-men were sitting at the tables and in the booths, and a group of five was greeting a group of two at the door. I felt like a jittery squirrel weaving my way through the trees to the front of the line to add my name to the waiting list.
A testosterone haze hung over the foyer as the deep voices barked and shouted tall tales, each one trying to best the others in outrageousness. A wake of silence followed me to the sign-in desk. As I neared it, I could hear a low murmuring behind me. I sighed, straightened my shoulders, and walked on, head held high. Surely they’d heard about Boner and wouldn’t attack me, right?
“Hey there, cutie!” the waitress who’d been working the lunch hours when Max and I’d eaten there greeted me. “Got you your table over here.”
“My table?”