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Well, until he didn’t remember saying it, she groused.
Last night she was dating Reaper.
Today? Not so much.
Crap, she even had a longer history with Carson the veterinarian and Newton the gropey teacher.
Just her flipping luck, she thought and went on watching Winter being smooched on by her hubby.
Her heart pinched again.
She wondered what it was like to bethatloved?
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
“It’s now or never. Time to grab the biker by the horns…eh, handlebars…whatever.” – Paige
Paige’s face pulsed with heat on entering the diner some fifty-three minutes later. She swerved through the tables, clocking everyone who was enjoying their food, but really, she only looked for one face and saw him almost immediately.
Reaper was too big of a presence for her to not notice.
Instantly her insides flamed.
Crap on a cinnamon roll.
It wasn’t like she thought he’d leave, that wasn’t his routine.
Maybe hoped, just until she was less embarrassed…a year or two.
Casual as you like, sitting in his booth with one arm stretched along the back, holding a coffee mug in one hand and watching Paige.
Up until now she’d loved his eyes on her.
They burned into her back, along every vertebrae of her spine, almost as if he were willing her to turn around and face her crimes.
“He’s been waiting.” Whispered Lucie… everyone at the counter heard and laughed. “He’s had like four coffees.” She frowned, concerned now she knew he suffered with migraines, he needed to stop all the caffeine. When she glanced over again for the zillionth time in a whole minute, there he was, staring casually, like he had no place to go in the world but sitting at one of her tables.
“Oh, and the boss-man called while you were out. I said you ran to the bank to make change. He wants you to call him back asap and not a minute later.” Lucie mocked his voice.
She got the call over with and came away perplexed and a little relieved. Her job was safe for now. He’d decided to semi-retire and let his daughter take control of the place with a revamp happening in the coming months. With a spring in her step, she bounced back behind the counter, caught those golden lion eyes watching her with his brow hiked high.
Keeping employment gave Paige the burst of confidence she needed.
She pushed her chest out, rounded her shoulders and lowered her eyes.
Reaper was only a man. What was she losing if she said everything she wanted to him? He could reject her. That was it…she’d survive, her heart might bruise, but it too would heal in time. And she’d had worse in her life than a rebuff from a boy she liked.
So with that in mind, she walked the length of the counter, pouring free refills and they watched each other. She even threw in a smile or two. Then when everything quietened down, she approached him, stopped mid-way, her heart going berserk.
God, he was incredibly good looking, she bet he had a ton of woman over at his club throwing themselves at him. How many did he climb into bed with?
She pushed the thought from her head. It had no relevance here.
For the first time in her life she truly grasped what it meant for a single look to kill.
His eyes were laser beams and Paige their target.
For the whole diner to hear, she said. “Either ask me out or stop staring at me, Reaper.” Hands on her hips, she meant business.
