Two diet colas.” The waitress plopped two glasses down in front of them. Kendra’s looked as though it was half full of ice. That didn’t bother her. She loved her drinks cold and she didn’t drink a lot of cola, diet or otherwise.She imagined the waitress thought it would upset her. Instead, it made her smile. It only proved that one person’s idea of misfortune could be another’s rapture. It all relied on perception.She looked down at the table in front of her. The menus resembled a newspaper, which was probably a good idea. They were most likely inexpensive to make and easy to make menu changes with the seasons. “What would ya like, sugar?” the waitress asked Galen as she leaned over the table, her cleavage in his face.Kendra wanted nothing more than to growl at the woman and declare Galen hers, but he wasn’t hers. Not yet, at any rate. Biting her lip, she did her best to keep her attention on the menu.When had she become so possessive? Not once in her other relationships had she ever felt the slightest jealousy.
