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his seat. “Lord no. There’s a pile of dishes three times taller than I am.”
    Dishes? Damn it.
    Trent shuffled his hand, a grin turned up his lips. “Must be a short stack.”
    “Short jokes, baldy? Really?” She whacked him with the damp rag she’d been cleaning tables with on the way to the kitchen.
    Trent’s eyes narrowed to slits. “I shaved it on purpose.”
    “Cause it’s thinning or receding?” Gretchen called out and headed in the kitchen.
    Jacob laughed and rested the back of his head in his hands. “I like her.”
    Trent nodded. “Me too. She looks like a weakling, but she’s a tough little shit.”
    A crash rattled from the kitchen and Jacob was on his brothers’ heels getting in the door.
    He was at the back and, as the three of them were the same size, he was peeking over shoulders, looking for broken glass or crashed shelving. A hole in the wall from a wrecking ball. Anything.
    “There was a crash,” Lane stated.
    Gretchen leaned over the sink with her hand under the water faucet. “I dropped some dishes in the sink.”
    Dishes. That was it? He glanced the room over again. The room was long and fairly slender. Tonya stood over the grill and poured water onto it. Water sizzled and a cloud of steam rose up and slithered through the vents. A big silver door was at the end of the room and a shadow moved over the slick surface. Then there she was. Her cheeks flushed. Across the room, he could see the sweat that had soaked her hair from all the mopping earlier. He wanted to see her covered it in. Hear the slick noise of her sweating body slapping against his and feel the heat of her against his mouth.
    Tonya left the grill and filled her pitcher back up with water. “We’re fine. Nearly done. If you boys are tired, you don’t have to wait. Really. Totally sobered up.”
    Oh no. Flora wasn’t getting away from him. Thankfully, he didn’t have to say anything since Lane was so hung over Gretchen, he stepped forward and asked to help.
    The corner of Flora’s lips tipped up as she crooked her finger at him. “You’re with me, Mr. Iverson.”
    With a smile tugging at his lips, he followed her toward the back and darkened area. He was with her all right and if he had it his way, that wasn’t changing until mid-morning.

Chapter Four

    Flora wiped her hands across her hips and concentrated on breathing. One shouldn’t have to actually think about breathing, but the more she was running into Jacob the past few days, the more her breath struggled. And now here he was. Right behind her. Close enough she could smell him and that rain-clean scent. Close enough she could turn around and have him in the dim light of the diner’s back room. But not here. Not when four people were just around the corner.
    Oh yes, she had just about reached that line before she couldn’t take anymore.
    “Leading me into the dark where you’ll take advantage of me?” His voice was lowered to a whisper and slipped over her skin with this amazing shiver.
    She stopped at the ice machine, lifted the lid and picked up a five-gallon bucket. “Absolutely. Use those muscles of yours to scoop ice into this bucket. Then you can carry it for me.”
    “Not what I had in mind.” He grabbed the metal scooper from the hanger inside the machine. The light was just bright enough to catch his darkened gaze. “You like my muscles, do you?”
    She leaned on the ice machine and faked a heavy sigh and a yawn. “I’d like them more if you’d put them to work. Now scoop.”
    “Bossy.”
    She grinned. “Tired.”
    “How about I finish this ice for you, take you home and give you a full body massage?”
    Her knees weakened. Wow. After being in a constant state of extreme awareness of Jacob Iverson, what she needed was more than a full body massage. But man, oh man, what a start that would be. She pointed at the ice machine, unsure of where they were headed or what they were doing. She’d teased him hard over the last few days.