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the girls and his brothers. And the girls were clearly wasted by the sound of their laughter, flushed cheeks and table slapping while talking.
    So, a bonus moment for him. Flora would need a ride home. Not that he’d try to get her into bed drunk, but he damn sure wasn’t against waiting for her to sober up.
    Trent caught his attention. “You going to take your plumber home?”
    He nodded. “Somebody needs to.”
    Rebecca and Grant got up, planning to take Tonya when Trent slid keys across the table, put his hands flat on the top and stared down their baby triplet, Lane, and announced he’d take Gretchen. “Here are my keys, bro.”
    Lane gave him the death stare from hell. They all knew that look. Lane had been landing it on them for years now. Without touching the keys, Lane marched off and stood before the women.
    Jacob chuckled and slid Trent’s keys back across the table to him. “Eventually he’ll admit he’s crazy about her.”
    Trent stretched his arms. “ Gonna be the best damn day of my life too.”
    Jacob nodded. “I don’t get it. What’s he hiding from?”
    Trent could only shrug. It’s all they knew to do when it came to Lane. Until the man was ready, there was no forcing information out of him.
    He walked to their table and put his hand on the back of Flora’s chair to get this started. If all else failed, he could negotiate a night on her couch and pick things up come morning. “Come on, Plumber.”
    Lane shook his head. “They’re not done.”
    Not done? He looked at the empty pitcher in the middle of the table then at the three glassy eyed women. He was pretty sure they were well past done.
    Then Tonya mumbled something about cleaning the diner tonight, but Jacob didn’t catch half of it because Flora stood and stretched. Her arms reached overhead, chest thrust forward and back curved into an arch. Her shirt lifted and there was her stomach. Bared, smooth, a slit for her navel. Blood thundered through his veins.
    She yawned and headed to the kitchen, calling out something about their music. That’s all he caught. Everything else was blocked and trapped behind the pounding of his pulse and the ache in his pants of watching her ass sway as she walked across the room. Noted the shape of her thighs and then back up to her ass and curve of her hips to waist.
    For the better part of the next hour, Jacob ended up in a card game with his brothers while the girls cleaned tables, swept and mopped. His ass was going numb. Head starting to throb from the pounding loud music that blasted through the empty diner and his cock was in a steady state of ache from watching Flora.
    The way she moved and turned. How she bent and twisted as she worked. This was the longest he’d seen her at any one time. He soaked in every last drop until he was moments away from a hand-job in the bathroom.
    He shook his head, focused on his cards. She was still there, out of the corner of his eyes, but he leaned elbows on the table and paid closer attention to the game. Or made an attempt at it. One thing was certain, his head was more in the game than Lane’s. Which wasn’t saying much at all.
    Jacob caught Trent’s attention and tipped his head toward Lane as Lane’s narrowed eyes followed Gretchen across the room. Trent opened his mouth, another ribbing or something about to roll out, but Jacob shook his head and stopped the man.
    Lane was the loner of the three of them. The one who held back for his own reasons. Stubborn reasons and stupid at times, but that was Lane. The more they pushed and bagged on Lane, the more stubborn the man was going to be.
    Flora walked by, the mop shoved in the rolling bucket and she tossed him a wink. “All done.”
    The best part of all this cleaning, she was no longer stone cold wasted. Which meant the night wasn’t over. Not even close. If he had his way, she wouldn’t be working tomorrow.
    Lane folded his hands and stood. “We done?”
    Gretchen laughed and Lane dropped back in