Protection

Chapter One

“Hey, Kyra,” the brunette waitress called to her while she was making drinks for someone. It had been forever, but lunch hour rush was finally over.

“What’s up, Mick?” Kyra walked up to the girl.

She nodded her head to a table in the restaurant, “Just got you a table.”

Kyra looked up, seeing the back of a man with a baseball cap on, and a sandy blonde haired man setting across from him. The blonde was good looking.

“They’re hotties too,” Micky smiled.

“You and my brother, I swear,” Kyra picked up her ordering pad.

“What? We just want to see you happy.”

She looked at the other woman for a second, smiling, “I am happy.”

“It’s called a social life and you need one.”

She turned away from the female, walking over to the men at the table. “Good afternoon, gentlemen. May I start you out with something to drink?”

“Do you have some rum?” The blonde asked.

Kyra looked at him and smiled, “Sorry, fresh out, but we have plenty of soda.”

The one with the cap on continued to look at the menu on the table in front of him, “I’ll take a Pepsi, and he’ll have a Dr. Pepper.”

“I’ll be right back with those,” Kyra turned away, feeling one of them watching her as she walked back up to the counter, sliding the pad into her back pocket.

“Well?” Micky laughed as Kyra walked by her to make the drinks.

“Why don’t you take over and go flirt with them? I get off in an hour anyway.” Kyra couldn’t help but laugh at her friend.

“I’ll let you have the fun this time, I got the last ones.”

Kyra laughed as she finished the drinks. She went back around the counter, and over to the cute blonde. He had pretty blue eyes that seemed to constantly laugh. She liked it. Too often, customers were rude, and had no personality when you spoke to them. “Here you go,” she sat the drinks in front of them. “Are you ready to order or do you need some more time?”

She couldn’t help but look at the one with the cap. She hadn't seen him look away from the menu. Both the men were extremely tall, you could tell by the way they were setting, and she couldn’t recall seeing them in here before.

“I think we’re ready,” the blonde answered.

Kyra pulled back out her pad.

“How do you say your name?” He asked looking at her nametag, a big smile on his face.

“The ‘Y’ sounds like an ‘I’… Kyra.”

“That’s a pretty name, suits you well.”

“Thank you,” she smiled back.

“We have an extra chair if you’d like to join us,” he motioned to the chair on the other side of the table from her. She would be sitting between the two of them.

“Tom,” the one with the cap’s voice was low and deep. It went perfect with his size. He was dressed different from his friend. She knew it was warm out, so the blonde’s T-shirt and blue jeans was common to see. But the cap was wearing the shirt and jeans, with a long sleeve shirt over the top, the sleeves rolled almost to his elbows. “Stop flirting, she’s trying to work.”

“I’m just trying to be polite,” the blonde, Tom, answered.

“He’s fine,” Kyra mumbled.