Dean watched with hungry eyes as the sultry vixen wove her way through the tables.
She paused, smiling, at a table of rowdy men and he half-rose in his seat, a jealous growl rising in his throat, only able to settle when she started to move again toward his table.
When she stopped beside him, he sucked in a deep breath, eyes running over the succulent flesh on display before him. A tiny groan of desire escaped him.
The waitress rolled her eyes and hip-switched away as Dean fell onto the baby back ribs with a happy groan.
"Men!"