Free Wish Come True (The Blogger Diaries Trilogy Book 3) by KD Robichaux Page B

water, pl—” Before I can even finish the word, she walks away, swishing her hips as she passes Jason.  
    Dis bitch…
    I scoff, looking at Jason through wide eyes, who pulls his plump bottom lip between his teeth, trying not to laugh.  
    “Did you see that?” I exhort disbelievingly.  
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He swipes his palm from his nose down to his chin, fighting to keep his composure.  
    I shake my head and narrow my eyes, pulling my menu to me from the end of the table, which makes me realize she had actually handed Jason’s to him, causing me to squeak at the back of my throat. I inhale deeply and breathe out again to release some of the growing stabbiness inside me.  
    “What looks good?” Jason asks over the top of his menu, seeming to enjoy watching me squirm.  
    I sigh, trying to concentrate on the descriptions and pictures in front of me. “I definitely want the fried green beans I heard about, but that’s just an appetizer. This chicken dish looks good, smothered in cheese. I wonder if they could give me some tortillas to make soft tacos out of it,” I think aloud, and just then the server returns with our drinks. She sets Jason’s carefully next to him, and then plops my water down on the table, some sloshing over the brim, making my eye twitch.  
    “Do you need another minute?” she directs at Jason sweetly, moving her body closer to him.  
    My grip tightens on my menu, my fingertips turning white as my hands tremble . If this chick doesn’t back the fuck up off my man…
    “No, we’re ready. Go ahead, baby,” Jason offers, seeing I’m really starting to get upset and trying to defuse the situation.  
    The waitress pops her hip as she begrudgingly faces me, pulling a pen out of her half-apron and looking at me expectantly, a bitchy expression on her face. Apparently this cunty asshole doesn’t care about getting a good tip.  
    I clear my throat so I don’t spew the words I have for her floating around in my mind. “We’ll take the fried green beans as our appetizer, and I’ll have the smothered chicken. And can I get a side of tortillas, please?”
    She doesn’t answer, just turns back to Jason with I guess what she thinks is a sexy smile. I raise an eyebrow at the red lipstick smeared on her front teeth, letting out an audible snort as I fold up my menu.  
    Jason disguises a laugh as a cough behind his fist and he sits up straight, lowering his eyebrows as he relocates what he wanted to order. “I’m gonna have the bacon cheeseburger plain and dry.”
    “Do you want fries or a different side with that?” she breathes, leaning over him to flip the page of his menu, pressing her body against his arm. I nearly choke on my spit as I gasp. “You can choose anything from this section here.”
    “Fries are fine,” Jason says, pulling his arm away and shoving the menu at her to push her away.
    She looks dejected as she spins to walk away, but I call out, “Excuse me!” and she turns back with a scowl.  
    “Yes?” she prompts shortly.
    “Can I get a small cup of warm water please? I have to mix our baby’s food up,” I add, my voice dripping with fake sweetness, throwing the word our in there to mark Jason as my territory, since I think it would probably be frowned upon if I walked around to his side of the booth and peed on him.  
    “The water that comes out of the fountain is already cold,” she spits.
    “So you’re telling me there’s no way to heat up the water?” I admonish.
    The waitress begins to shake her head, but Jason interrupts her, all of the humor on his face from before completely gone, replaced with almost scary seriousness. “Ma’am, this is a restaurant that serves—get this— hot food. I’m sure you’ve got this brilliant invention in the kitchen called a microwave that one can—listen carefully— heat up a cup of water. And seeing how it’s for that precious little girl sitting right there, if I get any