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remember?”
    Bobby had no answer for that, so he just scowled and slammed his way out of the car, wondering exactly when he’d lost control of his life.

Chapter Four
    Bobby was jealous. Christy wouldn’t have let herself believe it, but the proof was there. He’d nearly had a meltdown over Corey giving her his phone number.
    She hadn’t even seriously entertained calling Corey. That is, until she saw Bobby’s jealousy over even the remote possibility she might. Who knew all it took was a little competition to pique his interest in her? Hmm. Well, now that she had his interest, she better figure out what the hell to do with it.
    Christy was just considering if she had any hot outfits in her suitcase when Bobby parked at the diner. She hadn’t even noticed it was nearly lunchtime, but her stomach grumbled at just the thought of food. She could definitely eat, especially one of Mac’s famous burgers with onion rings. That was not a problem.
    The problem was finding a place to situate Fletch so he could get a clear shot of Bobby in the packed diner. She finally charmed Mac into letting Fletch stand behind the counter, with the understanding that there was a penalty of death for them both if they got in the waitress’s way. Christy felt an instant sympathy for the camera crew that had been assigned to Mac fulltime. That must be a real joy for them.
    She managed to wolf down her burger, then held the video camera so Fletch could do the same, all within the time it took Bobby to finish his own sandwich, pie and coffee. How did he keep that hard body eating pie at every meal? Jared did it too. She was convinced that southern men had different metabolisms than the rest of the world.
    However, not all Southern women were so blessed in the revved-up metabolism department. She watched a chubby waitress refill Bobby’s mug and frowned as he smiled. Misty, the waitress, blushed at the attention, and Christy got to see it all through the viewfinder of the camera.
    Hmm. Was she a bit jealous herself? She really shouldn’t be. Besides the fact that she had no claim on Bobby, she hadn’t seen nor heard a word breathed about him being involved with anyone in town. Or out of town, for that matter. The man apparently lived like a monk, or at least left that public impression. Who knew, maybe he was some wild swinger or internet porn mogul. Yeah, sure. Mr. Morality. Not a chance.
    That was probably going to be the bigger challenge now that she’d decided to make a play for Bobby. Christy wouldn’t be competing against other women, but battling Bobby’s high morals, or perhaps just lack of interest in sex. But how could a man who looked like he did not be interested in sex? That would be like having a race car and leaving it parked in the garage.
    Thinking back to the hissy fit Bobby had thrown over the bee wrangler, Corey, he might possibly be her best bet to get Bobby to finally pull his car out…and park it in her garage. Mouth watering from more than the smell of apple pie baking in Mac’s kitchen, Christy smiled at that thought.
    “Hey, beautiful. Fancy seeing you here.”
    Between her mind racing with thoughts of Bobby and the image of him filling the viewfinder of the camera, Christy hadn’t even heard anyone approach.
    “Hey, Corey. What are you doing here? Don’t you have a few thousand angry bees in a vacuum that need releasing somewhere?”
    They were only recording the sound from Bobby’s microphone and the boom mic they’d set up to catch his conversations at his position halfway down the counter, so Christy didn’t worry about talking quietly to Corey while she held the camera. Besides, it was apparently driving Bobby nuts. Through the lens, she saw Bobby react when he saw her speaking to the bee wrangler.
    Corey laughed at her bee comment. “We sure did. We dropped them off at the observation hive over at the kid’s nature center. Then Harry asked me to run in and get him something to eat. So…you have a