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“Well, that’s something. Does he know where you work?”

“Nope.”

She hissed in a breath. “Does he know the café is your mother’s?”

I sucked my lips into my mouth, and she rolled her eyes.

“You moron. Why would you tell a biker that?”

“I don’t know. It slipped out.”

Her eyes swept over me, and she tilted her head. “So?”

“So what?”

She couldn’t hold back her grin as she leaned forward. “How was he?”

I smiled. “He was amazing. The best I’ve ever had.”

“No shit?”

“No shit.”

She stood and reached across and shut my computer down. “Come on. I’m buying you lunch, and you’re telling me every last detail.”

“I can’t just leave.”

“Sure you can. You do it all the time. Put the service on and flip the sign to Be Back In An Hour.” She picked up the receiver and handed it to me.

I punched in the number, forwarding our calls to the answering service, grabbed my purse and followed her out.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Utah—

I backed to the curb in front of Connie’s Corner Café.

Memphis backed in next to me and climbed from his bike, staring up at the place. “Now I see why you didn’t want to eat at Branch Bar-b-que.”

“Shut it,” I snapped. “I heard the food’s good.”

“I’m sure it is, but that’s not why we’re here, and you and I both know it.”

I ignored him and walked to the door. A bell tinkled overhead as we entered.

Booths lined the windows on the right, and stools ran along a counter on the left. It was mid-afternoon, and the lunch rush was gone, but several people were still inside. All eyes turned to us, including the red-headed waitress behind the counter.

Memphis and I took a booth near the front, used to being stared at.

Great Balls of Fire belted from the jukebox.

Memphis huffed out a laugh as he yanked a plastic-coated menu from behind the condiment caddy. “Turquoise booths, waitresses in pink dresses, Jerry Lee Lewis? Damn, this place really commits to a theme, huh?”

I snagged a menu and scanned it. Before I got to the bottom, the red-head was standing at our table with a carafe in her hand.

“Coffee?” she asked.

I turned the cup on my saucer over. “Yes, ma’am. Thank you.”

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