This is from The Patriot Girl:
“Let’s make it happen,” he said. “The sooner I start making money, the sooner you will.”
The waitress interrupted. “Are you folks ready to order?”
“I believe so,” he said. “Ladies first.” He watched her skin return to its tan color, her eyes soften, and her shoulders relax.
She ordered. “A steak medium-well, a baked potato, and corn.”
“I’ll have the same.”
The waitress tucked her pencil behind her ear then grabbed the menus. “Great. I’m Shelly. If you need anything else, just let me know.”
“We will. Thank you,” Dustin said.
When Shelly left, he diverted his attention back to the woman whose gaze made his brain forget the answer to two plus two. She let her leg lean against his once more. This time he welcomed the touch instead of jumping out of his skin. Her smile was larger than a kid’s in a candy store. Knowing he’d be seeing a lot more of her had him fired up. Not only because he’d be working with her, getting to know her, and making money, but also because she made him feel alive for the first time since his wife’s heart stopped beating during childbirth.