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“About a lot, actually. I’m still a bit shocked you’ve never been on a date, and I’m trying to process that you’ve never had feelings for any of the women you’ve slept with. I’m worried about what all that means for me—for us.”

“I’m thinking that means you’re special. And us? We’ll just have to take it one step at a time.”

“You kind of scare me.”

He glanced over at her, caught her eye before turning his back to the road. “And as we’ve already established, you scare the shit out of me too.”

“So then…” she paused for a beat before asking, “What’s the next step?”

He stopped for a light and smiled at her. “Second date?”

He got a smile back. “I’d like that.”

Chapter 13

The moment Anna stepped through the back door of the dinerthe next morning, Tiffany pounced. “Sooo, how was your date last night? I want all the details.”

“Can I at least put my stuff away before you give me the third degree?”

Tiffany rolled her eyes. “If you must.”

“Thank you.” Anna smiled while shaking her head as she made her way to the storeroom, Tiffany hot on her heels and watching her like a hawk as she opened her locker to stow her jacket and bag.

“Okay, now tell me.” She was practically bouncing on her toes with excitement.

Anna chuckled, but before she could answer, Becca appeared looking so beautiful and put together it was hard to imagine she’d just worked an eight-hour shift.

“Oh, thank God you’re here. I have a nail appointment I justcan’tbe late for.” She slid past Tiffany to reach her locker.

Anna glanced at Becca’s hand as she spun the dial on the lock, keying in her combination. Her nails looked fine to her. Long and French tipped with no chipped paint.

“Table nine is waiting for their food and eleven needs their order taken,” Becca filled her in as she pulled out her jacket and bag.

Anna grabbed her apron and tied it around her waist. “Sorry, duty calls.” She smirked at Tiffany. “I’ll have to tell you later.”

“Tell her what?” Becca asked, swinging her purse over her shoulder.

“Nothing.”

“She had a date last night.”

Anna and Tiffany said at the same time, only Anna followed her remark with a glare at Tiffany.

“Oh, I want to hear.” Becca looked all ears.

Before Anna could object, Tiffany spilled. “You know that guy who comes in every night around closing time and orders apple pie?”

A few tiny lines marred the otherwise smooth surface of Becca’s brow. “No.”

“The super-hot one with light brown hair and muscles out to here.” Tiffany held her hands out to demonstrate and Anna rolled her eyes at the exaggeration.

Becca shook her head. “No. That doesn’t ring a bell.”

Interesting. Anna always wondered if Vas came in when she wasn’t working. Becca not knowing him made the odds pretty good that he didn’t.

“Believe me, you would know exactly who I’m talking about if you’d ever seen him. Well, anyway—"

“Don’t you need to get to your nail appointment?” Anna interjected maybe a little too loudly while pinging Tiffany with another round ofshut-upeyes that she hoped worked that time.

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