Page 93 of Iron Rations


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“We’re meeting a party here,” I said to the host at the restaurant. “Dennon.”

“Right this way, sir.”

I didn’t like the formality at eight o’clock in the morning, but we were staying in a fancy hotel, courtesy of Ivan, and formality was required. We followed him through the restaurant, sitting at the rounded corner booth. I waited for Raven to slide in, but she was waiting for me to do the same.

She laughed slightly. “You expect me to get in first?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

I looked at Fox, then back to her. “Because I’m not sitting next to another guy.”

She made a cute pouty face at me. “Aww, is your masculinity threatened by sitting next to another man?”

“No, but I don’t need to hear show tunes at breakfast. Besides, if we’re in danger, I need to be on the outside.”

She looked around the restaurant and then back to me. “In danger. At eight o’clock in the morning. In this restaurant.”

I knew it sounded ridiculous, but we could never be too careful.

She crossed her arms over her chest, narrowing her eyes at me. “Rae is sitting on the outside.”

“That’s because they’re all afraid of Rae.”

“Not me,” Ivan said, smoking a cigar right in the middle of the fucking restaurant. “I just prefer the feel of a woman next to me. This seemed like good way to make it happen.”

“I can still kill you,” Rae threatened.

“You could try.”

“She would succeed,” Fox laughed.

“How about we just pull up another chair,” Raven suggested. “Then your delicate male sensibilities won’t be hurt.”

“I don’t have any male sensibilities, but I do need the outside.”

The host turned to me in irritation. “Perhaps you’d like to see a different table.”

“Yes, maybe one with two end seats,” Raven smirked. “That way you won’t feel threatened.”

“I never feel threatened.”

“Not even when I kicked your ass on the rooftop?”

“Oh, this is good,” Ivan chuckled.

“Sir, there’s no smoking in here,” the host complained.

Ivan whipped out a knife and slammed it into the table blade first. “I had no idea it was problem.”

The host swallowed harshly. “No, it—it’s not a problem. Everything’s fine. I’ll bring you an ashtray.”

“Good man.”

He hurried off while Raven and I continued our standoff. I could see there was no way she was backing down, and even though it made my neck itch to take the inside seat, I decided to be the bigger man.

“Fine.”

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