THE PLAYBOY’S FRIEND“They’re baaaaccck,” Tracy sing-songed as she passed by where I was trying to study.
I didn’t look up. “Who?”
“Them.” She gestured with her chin.
I finally looked up to see the small group of Marines coming into the restaurant where I worked part-time. I snorted and looked back down at my book. “I guess they can come in if they want to,” I said, turning a page. “This is a restaurant and they have to eat.”
“And flirt with everything in a skirt.” She paused, looking over at me. “Aren’t you going over there? They are sitting down in your section.”
Damn, she was right. I closed my book. S0 much for studying. I grabbed the menus and headed over to the table where the men sat, talking. As I approached, I took a moment to check them out. They were military judging by thei
