Matt watched him for a second, just gazing at the pure male beauty. Then, he cleared his throat. “I was gonna grab some breakfast. Want to join me?”
He lowered his gaze and those blue eyes focused on him. “Aren’t you tired?”
“Sure. I intend to go to bed at some point, but right now, my stomach needs to be taken care of. There’s a diner just around the corner.” Matt had noticed it yesterday. “Meet me there?”
“I—”
“You need to eat, don’t you?”
Lassiter nodded. “All right. I’ll see you there.”
“Okay, good.” Matt waved and headed toward his motorcycle, looking back once to see the doctor heading toward physician parking. He wondered if the good doc would actually join him or if he just agreed with the intention to blow Matt off. He hoped it was the former. 2
Calvin didn’t know why he drove into the parking lot of Benji’s Diner. For one thing, he didn’t think much of the food there, and for another he didn’t like Matt Walton. Not at all.