Page 47 of Ruin

“I know who you are. My brother’s a big fan of yours,” she says, smiling coyly at him, twirling her blonde hair around her finger. “He’s gonna be real jealous that I’ve met you.”

“I can sign an autograph for him, if you’d like,” Zeus says to her.

“Wow. Really? He’d love that.”

Of course, Zeus isn’t keen on taking a picture with the nice dad in the park, but he has no problem with signing an autograph for the pretty waitress.

Megan tears off a piece of paper from her order pad and hands it to him along with her pen. She leans forward and rests her hand on the back of the seat behind him, and my eyes zero in on the action.

“And, if you want to write down your digits, too, I know someone else who would like that.”

I see as she lightly brushes her fingers over his shoulder before moving back.

What?

Openly flirting in front of my kid. She doesn’t know that Zeus and I aren’t together, and she’s just hitting on him like that.

Okay, I officially hate Megan.

I don’t even bother to check out Zeus’s reaction. He’s probably loving the attention. And, if I see that, I might throw this napkin holder at him and grab Gigi’s hand to take her out of here.

“Can we please order now?” I snap, and I’m not even sorry.

“Oh. Yeah, of course. Sorry,” Megan says, not even seeming bothered.

I hear Zeus chuckle low, and I refuse to look at him or the piece of paper he’s currently scribbling on to see if he’s giving Megan his number as well.

I’m not looking. Definitely not.

I stare down at my menu, burning a hole in it.

“What can I get you guys to drink?” Megan asks.

“Coffee,” I say without even looking up at her or waiting for Gigi to order first, and I feel like an ass.

I’m acting like a bad mom. And I hate that it’s because of Zeus. Or rather my jealousy over Zeus.

Crap.

I glance up at Gigi, and thankfully, she has no clue that her mom is currently acting like a jealous shrew.

“What would you like to drink, Gigi girl?” I softly ask her.

“Milk, pwease,” she says without looking up from her picture.

I glance at Megan to make sure she got that, and her writing on her pad tells me that she did.

“I’ll have a coffee,” Zeus rumbles out.

“Two coffees and a milk. Be right back with those.”

Megan walks away, and I can’t help but look at Zeus to see if he’s watching her leave.

He’s not. He’s watching me. With something akin to amusement in his eyes.

And it pisses me off.

I frown at him. And you know what the bastard does?