Chapter One "Honey, you need to get laid." Grace Alexander flinched at Selena's overly loud voice in the small New Orleans cafe where they sat, finishing up their lunch of red beans and rice. Unfortunately for her, Selena's voice possessed a lovely octave that could carry plainly through a hurricane. And it was followed by a sudden hush in the crowded room. Glancing at the nearby tables, Grace noted the men had stopped talking, and turned to stare at them with a lot more interest than she cared for. Ah jeez! Will Selena ever learn to keep her voice down? Worse, what will she do next, strip naked, and dance on the tabletops? Again. For the millionth time since they had first met, Grace wished Selena could get embarrassed. But her flamboyant, often extravagant pal didn't know the meaning of the word. Grace covered her face with her hands and did her best to ignore the curious onlookers. An urge to slink beneath the table, followed by an even greater urge to kick her companion, consumed her. "Why don't you speak a little louder, Lanie?" she whispered. "I don't think the guys in Canada were able to hear you." "Oh, I don't know," the gorgeous brown-haired waiter said as he stopped by their table. "They're probably headed south even as we speak." Heat stole up Grace's cheeks as the obviously college-aged waiter gave her a devilish grin. "Is there anything else I can get you ladies?" he asked, then looked pointedly at Grace. "Or more precisely, is there anything I can do for you, ma'am?" How about a bag for my head, or a stick to beat Lanie with? "I think we have it," Grace said, her cheeks scalding. She was definitely going to kill Selena for this. "We just need our bill." "All right, then," he said, pulling their ticket off and scribbling across the top of the paper. He set it down in front of Grace. "Just give me a call if I can be of any further service." It was only after he left that Grace saw his name and phone number on the top of the bill. Selena took one look at it and laughed out loud. "Just you wait," Grace said, suppressing a smile as she totaled her portion of the food on her Palm Pilot. "I will get you back for this." Selena ignored the threat as she fished in her beaded bag for her money. "Yeah, yeah, so you say. If I were you, I'd hang on to that number. He is a cute little thing." "Young thing," Grace corrected. "And I think I'll pass. The last thing I need is to be locked up for contributing to the delinquency of a minor." Selena slid her gaze over to where the waiter leaned with one hip against the bar. "Yeah, but Mr. Brad Pitt look-alike over there might be worth it. I wonder if he has an older brother?" "I wonder how much Bill would pay to know his wife spent her entire lunch hour ogling a kid?" Selena snorted as she placed her money on the table. "I'm not ogling him for myselfKenyon, Sherrilyn is the author of 'Fantasy Lover' with ISBN 9780312979973 and ISBN 0312979975.