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leaned forward on his elbows. “Why don’t you make us?”
    “Hey, now, let’s not get too excited here,” Tim injected, raising his palms to both of them in a cautionary gesture. “We’re all friends, after all.”
    “You’d do well to listen to your little brother, Junior.”
    “Chicken-fried steak and eggs, sunny side up?”
    A well-padded waitress stood beside the table, her arms loaded with plates, a question in her eyes.
    “These two knuckleheads’ll take theirs over there,” Joe told her, pointing at the empty table by the restrooms. “Hers stays right here.”
    “Now just a damn minute—”
    “Dietz.”
    “Boss.” Seth acknowledged Brent’s greeting without taking his furious eyes off Joe.
    “Joe and I had a little misunderstanding with AJ last night,” Brent said in a deceptively casual tone, “one that needs to be straightened out before we can get back to work, so I’d be obliged if you’d give up your seats and let us have breakfast with her this morning.”
    Seth stared back at Brent for a long moment, his jaw tight with resentment, before he grudgingly stood up. Joe stood too, never taking his eyes of the angry young buck as Tim slid out of the booth.
    “Enjoy your breakfast, boys,” he said as they walked away.
    Brent thumped him on the back of the head. “Joe, sit down and shut up.”

Chapter Three
    “You guys are unbelievable,” AJ breathed as Brent slid in beside her. “Didn’t you embarrass me enough last night?”
    He waited until the waitress had set a plate of French toast in front of her and handed him and Joe menus before he said in an amused tone, “Nobody ever died of a little embarrassment, AJ.”
    “Yeah, well, there’s a first time for everything.” Happy to have something to do with her hands, she picked up the maple syrup and drizzled it over the toast.
    Then she set it down with a snort. “And a little embarrassment, my left foot. Getting caught doing—” she lowered her voice as heat flooded her cheeks again, “— that is every girl’s worst nightmare. Getting caught by you two...”
    Brent bumped his shoulder against hers. “Better us than the Dietz boys.”
    “I don’t know about that,” she said, picking up her knife and fork to slice up her breakfast. “Their respect isn’t as important to me as yours.”
    Neither man answered right away, and she steeled herself to look at them. They were both frowning at her, but before anyone could speak, the waitress returned for their orders.
    “Sorry, but you caught me off guard,” Brent finally said after she took their menus and walked off.
    “Why?”
    “Well, because respect isn’t an issue here. We all have bodily needs, and living in such close quarters makes it hard to take care of them without someone intruding once in a while. Do you respect me any less for all the times you’ve caught me on the john?”
    She blushed again, dammit. “There is a lock on the bathroom door,” she reminded him again. Neither of them had ever caught her using the toilet or showering because she always locked the door.
    “There’s a lock on the bunkroom door,” he returned evenly.
    “Yes, but that’s different. The bunkroom is Joe’s room, too, and I don’t feel right locking him out of it.” Not to mention that locking the door would feel like she was making a formal announcement: Do not disturb—masturbation in progress.
    “Let me tell you something, AJ,” he said. “You know your machinery, you’re meticulous and your work ethic is second to none. You don’t whine about getting stuck with low-man jobs, you ask questions when you don’t know what to do and you accept responsibility when you make a mistake instead of pointing the finger at someone else. In short, you’re an excellent hand and I’m hoping we’ll get you back next spring.”
    “I agree,” Joe interjected with a steady look.
    Brent nodded. “So, why would we lose an ounce of respect for you because you take care of your own