He smiled at her.
Then suddenly without warning, a waitress interfered.
“Shot of Bourbon and cigar, Sir?”
Travis gave her a hasty nod as she placed an astray and a few flimsy napkins down on the table. Then she set the receipt face down, inside of a small, black pocketbook.
“And whenever you’re ready,” she kindly said.
He completely ignored her services. He was too determined to be seen.
The man beside him could see the frustration in his face. Travis chuckled to himself and shook his head in dismay. As he rudely looked over the waitress’ shoulder, he was startled to see Cindy, now smiling back at him.
She was immediately charmed by his lips. They were soft and full, appearing to have been carefully sculptured and precisely placed on his face. They looked flushed, as if they had just been kissed. She felt indifferent by the thought of him intimate with someone other than her. She was slightly taken aback by…
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