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looked at the four clearly confused men.
    “Yeah and I’m Theodore Ackart, what’s your point?” The man next to Hernandez said. He was the last one to actually speak to me, his nearly black eyes narrowing in my direction.
    “Master Gunnery Sergeant Benjamin Grant is my father and I’m his only daughter.”
    “Oh fuck.” Ackart’s mouth fell open as they sat up a little straighter.
    “Don’t even starting acting like you guys have any manners now.” I laughed catching Atlas staring at me. I walked over to his end of the counter, leaning over toward him. “What are you staring at Ryker?” I spoke only loud enough for him to hear.
    He leaned forward, his mouth inches from mine. I held my breath as he moved even closer. “You,” his breath was on my lips, “That I know what you look like under those clothes. How fantastic your ass looks in those tight jeans. But mostly how beautiful you are when you laugh.” His lips pressed lightly against my forehead for a brief moment before he leaned back in his chair.
    My knees were shaking underneath me. “Thank God he can’t see behind this counter...” I thought to myself, sitting down on a barstool. I looked down at the worn linoleum floor, hiding my bright red face.
    “Order up. There’s the first three tickets, almost done with the rest.” Shep nodded as I gathered as many plates as I could carry at once.
    “Thanks,” I muttered passing food out according to order. Once Shep was finished he slunk back to his hole, digging through a mound of empty bottles. I returned to my stool, rubbing my forehead.
    “You okay, Ginger?” Atlas voice was the only noise I heard.
    “I’m fine, just tired,” I admitted with a weak smile, “I don’t sleep well.”
    “You off tomorrow?” I nodded as I continued to rub my face vigorously.
    “Yeah, I have to go grocery shopping when I wake up. Some guy I know really likes Mexican food.”
    “Ryker?” Montes asked eavesdropping on our conversation.
    “Nope, hate the stuff,” Atlas snorted, “Yes, idiot.”
    “You’re cooking for Ryker? No fair.”
    “Montes shut up.” Atlas sighed.
    “No one ever cooks for me.” He pouted, stabbing at his eggs.
    “Montes, it’s a date.” I laid my head on the counter, laughing.
    “Oh... Fine then, another time.” Montes took another bite, smiling.
    “So glad I invited you!”
    “Don’t listen to Montes, again, he’s an idiot. I think he’s our Private Gump .” Atlas smirked.
    “That explains him so much better.”
    “What time you get off?” Atlas took my hand in his, brushing the top with his thumb.
    “Six unless Savannah comes in early.”
    “Is Savannah hot? I’ll stick around if she’s hot.” Hernandez spoke with his mouth full.
    “Didn’t anyone teach you any type of manners? You’re never going to get any sort of woman talking with food in your mouth.” I admonished him.
    “Yes Mom.”
    “Good boy.” I closed my eyes listening to the guys sling insults back and forth.
    “You’re going to fall asleep.” Atlas voice was in my ear as I smiled sleepily at him.
    “I know. Darcy woke me up too early. I think she called me not ten minutes after I fell asleep.” I opened one eye looking up at Atlas, noticing a fine stubble was grazing his jawline.
    “Hm... I’ll have to talk to her about that.” He ran his hand through my hair, wrapping a curl around his index finger.
    “Good luck with that. There’s no reasoning with that woman.”
    “What are you two smitten kittens talking about?” Ackart called from down the counter.
    “Smitten kittens? Seriously? Are you sure you’re a man?” I teased.
    “I can prove it.” Ackart jumped up grabbing the crotch of his pants.
    “If you want to keep it, I would sit your ass back down.” Atlas growled.
    “Okay, too much testosterone for me.” I stood up stretching my arms above my head. “You guys done with these or you want to eat the plates too?”
    “Are they edible?” Montes asked