You’ve got an admirer.” Melody blushed, turning around to look and see if anyone was listening before she shrugged. “Nah. He’s just sweet.” “Sweet on you,” Judy said teasingly as she leaned against the counter, giving Melody a knowing look. “Every single shift you work, he’s here. If you ain’t here, he ain’t here. That boy knows your schedule.” “I think she might be right,” Hal offered, putting her order in the window. “I’d have never believed it, but something ’bout you got Powerhouse’s attention.” “And he’s a good tipper,” Judy said sullenly. “If I’d known he had a soft spot for waitresses, I’d have bought him pie years ago.” “I told him to stop with all that.” Melody felt her cheeks heat. “Ain’t fair. He’s not allowed to tip more than twenty percent.” “You need the money,” Hal barked at her. “Take it if he’s offering.” Melody ignored them, not wanting his food to get cold. She grabbed Clay’s plate and walked around the counter.
