Anna didn't know what it was, but something about all three of them stirred a place deep inside her she'd thought dormant. Ever since the accident, she hadn't felt a fascination for anyone of the opposite sex. Now, as she stood here staring at these three men, she could feel the heat of their attraction deep in her belly. The heat flared out and she felt herself grow wet.
Just as she started to approach the table to take their order, Sarah sauntered over and hugged the tallest of the three. "It's good to see you again, Blake. Where have you three been hiding out?"
"You know I would never hide from my favorite girl." He smiled up at her as he snaked an arm around her waist to return her embrace.
She slapped him on the shoulder. "Everyone knows your aunt is your favorite girl, so stop trying to flatter me. Besides," she paused, then gave him a level stare. "You wouldn't want me to think you're serious." She slapped at his hands as he attempted to pull her into his lap. "If you don't stop that, I'll tell your aunt." She grinned. "You know I'm not above tattling and she will still take you over her knee, no matter how big you've gotten."
Though she didn't remember moving, somehow Anna had grown close enough to see the laugh lines around his eyes. He looked as though he was in his mid-thirties, but she of all people, knew looks could be deceiving.
Sarah glanced up, saw her staring and, like any good boss, gave her something to do. "Anna, go get these three flirts some water while I take their orders, would you?"
"Yeah, and turn our order in to the cook while you're at it. Maybe it'll get done sometime today," some jerk from the table she'd just left called out.
Anna thinned her lips and hoped the cook dropped his burger on the floor before putting it on the bun for him. While she didn't blame the man for giving her a verbal shove in the right direction, there were better ways he could have gone about it.
Spurred to action more from embarrassment than anything else, Anna hurried to the kitchen, hung up her orders and went to get the water for the three men with whom Sarah seemed so familiar.
As she returned with the water, her hands ached from holding the slippery glasses, wet from condensation. Her fingers arced around the glasses, her new skin stretching tight. Her hands still ached when she used them to grip tight, but what better therapy was there than hard work?
She'd just leaned over to place the glasses on the table when the bell over the door rang. Anna looked up...and saw herself walk through the door.