annihilated.â
Lisa laughed again in response. âGame on.â
* * *
The next day Austin snaked his way through the streets until he finally found what he was looking for. He wasnât familiar with Clear Lake City and heâd asked a few colleagues for recommendations. Tomorrow they were due to test the T-38 planes to continue part of their training. Tonight, he wanted the best burger in town and this was apparently the place.
He pushed open the door. Retro was in. The sixties-style diner didnât look as if it had changed one bit. The waitresses wore sticky-out dresses with little hats on their heads and the place was filled with traditional red leather booths and a whole range of bar stools along the counter.
One of the waitresses appeared at his arm. âJust the one?â
He nodded. Heâd had a few other things to pick up in the city before his trip so had come in on his own.
She lifted a menu and walked over, gesturing towards a table. He slid into the booth with a smile. She acknowledged him with a nod. âYouâve made it just in time. Weâre expecting the city tour to stop here any minuteâbut donât worry, Iâll take your order first. Coffee?â
He shook his head. âJust a diet cola right now, thanks.â
The door behind him opened and around thirty people filed in. He had made it just in time. The waitresses wasted no time in seating everyone, filling the diner to capacity.
He jerked when he recognised the person at the back of the queue. Corrine.
He had to look twice. She wasnât wearing her traditional dark suitâor those cute funky shorts. She had on a red wraparound dress and black wedge sandals. It was the first time heâd ever seen her in red and, boy, did she suit it.
He gestured to the waitress. âTell the young lady sheâs welcome to share my booth.â
The waitress gave a knowing smile. âIâll do just that.â
She walked across the diner and put her hand on Corrineâs arm, pointing towards the booth. Her eyes widened in shock before she pulled herself together and walked towards him.
She slid into the seat opposite and rolled her eyes. âFancy seeing you here.â
âWhat? I asked someone for a recommendation for the best burger in Clear Lake. They sent me here.â
She shook her head and laughed. âSo, itâs just some weird coincidence, then.â She narrowed her gaze. âWho did you ask?â
âBlair King.â
Now she really did laugh. Blair King was one of Corrineâs fellow instructors. âIâll be having words with Blair. He knows that this is my favourite place to eat. Heâd better not be doing what I think heâs doing.â
Austin leaned across the table towards her. âAnd what might that be?â
âAnnoy me,â she said quickly as she picked up the menu, then set it back down again.
âGo on, then,â he said. âIf you eat here all the time, what should I order?â What was wrong with him? So much for putting distance between them and having no distractions. He only had to be in her vicinity before he automatically started flirting with her. He just couldnât help it. And that probably annoyed him the most.
She leaned her head on her hand. âWell, that depends. Are you here for a main course or a dessert?â
âDefinitely a main course.â And Iâd prefer it if that was you. Sheâd slipped off her jacket and his eyes were naturally drawn to the tiny hint of cleavage on display in the wrap dress. It was a softer look than she normally wore. More comfortable-looking. With a definite hint of sexy.
She looked down at the menu, running her finger down the plastic coating. Fingers that had touched him. Fingers that had skimmed over the skin on his back and shoulders and then settled somewhere just north of his waistline. Just a pity theyâd been at the back and not the front.
She tilted