by K. C. Crowne
“Two minutes, my ass,” the woman from the parking lot muttered. “Luckily someone else left, or I’d still be out in the sweltering heat waiting on you.”
“I didn’t know it’d be this busy,” I said, shrugging. “I just need to take care of some business with the owner.”
“You didn’t know the most popular diner in all of Liberty would be packed on a Sunday morning? Right before church?” the woman asked. “You’re not from around here, are you?”
I turned to face her, and even though she was easily a foot shorter than me, she stood tall and put on her best intimidating look. I had to admit, if I’d been a lesser man, it might have made me take a step or two back.
Her fierce sultry eyes met mine with a heat that was both terrifying and sexy as hell.
I knew I had to back off.
Not because I was afraid of the little lady, but because the more we bickered, the more attractive she became.
And shit, I had no intention of dating anyone in this town.
I had bigger concerns today. Getting into a petty little argument with a local was the last thing I needed. I needed to get in and out as quickly as possible. So I ignored the woman’s comment and flagged Felicity down as she made another run to the cash register.
“Hey, can I have a second? I need to get going,” I said.
The brunette rolled her eyes, getting hotter by the minute.
Felicity stopped and wiped her hands on her apron. “Sure thing, darling. But I literally only have a second. I’m also the damn chef today.”
Felicity took me to the side, and I explained I was heading out of town.
She thanked me for letting her know but didn’t seem too worried about it and was grateful for Grant stepping in for me.
I couldn’t blame her - there was a line out the door and pancakes that needed to be flipped.
I let her go and walked toward the exit. The brunette was still waiting to be seated.
Then I did something I knew was asking for trouble.
I winked at her and gave her a devilish grin as I walked past her and reached the door, all before she could roll her eyes once more.
I pushed the door open and left the diner.
A part of wished I’d gotten her number, but I quickly told that part to shut up. I wasn’t looking for a relationship.
Summer had come to Utah, and it was hotter than a cup of Felicity’s famous coffee.
Okay, so maybe I was a little bit of an ass, making her wait in her air-conditioned, electric-hybrid hippie car, but it wasn’t that serious.
Reaching Alice, on the other hand, was serious.
My insides twisted in knots as I climbed back into my truck and headed toward the airport.
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