And that she was perfectly capable of attracting male attention, especially with that sexy little tee and those shorts that showed off her legs. They weren’t supermodel mile-long or anything—she was almost a foot shorter than him—but they were nice legs nonetheless. With just the right amount of curves and muscles and softness. Not that he was interested for himself. But he had no trouble seeing why other guys might be. He’d not had to worry about anyone but himself for the past few months, but dammit, now that she was here he couldn’t help worrying about her. Or rather, the men who pursued her.Derek had witnessed more than a handful of guys flirting with her as she took their orders, delivered their cheese fries, grabbed their bottles of beer. For the most part, she was good at being friendly but noncommittal. She had a sway to her hips, though, that he was sure she wasn’t aware of. He wished he could say the same for all the men in the place.These two guys now, for example.
