"For God's sake, all I asked for was a turkey club, a burger, a beer and coke. I didn't order a six course meal,"

Jacob barked to the lone star steakhouse hostess. "It's already been more than a half an hour!"

The hostess's cherry-red mouth tightened. "It'll be right out, sir,"

"That's what you said the last four times," he grumbled, sinking back down onto the bench. He was as agitated as hell, his boot pounding a staccato rhythm on the floor. He covered his eyes with his hand, horrified at himself.

He had never tried to intimidate a woman with his size and strength before. He had never needed...