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brought a measure of guilt because of
Meg.
    For the moment, it did not. Animal instinct and raw male
need erased everything else. Not only because of the powerful sensuality Toni
exuded, but because Zach sensed how alone she was…as alone as him.
    Yesterday his solitude had hurt, though time had taken away
a bit of the pain. Today, the isolation seemed unbearable, urging him to move
on, to live, to take whatever he could—whatever she offered.
    He couldn’t. Not here. Certainly not with a woman who was a
stranger and would soon be on her way.
    With great effort, he released her wrist and moved back to
open the diner door. Its bell tinkled. The aroma of strong coffee, sugar-cured
bacon and rich baked goods poured from inside, along with an old Kenny Rogers
tune and customers’ voices.
    At the sounds or the scents, Toni glanced up.
    Fevered and restless, Zach stared at her throat. His gaze
travelled her milky skin to the edge of her tank top. Blood rushed to his
groin, pooling in his cock at the sight of her tightened nipples pushing
against the stretchy fabric.
    Her stomach growled, loud and long.
    They both glanced down at it. Inclining his head toward the
door, he spoke first, his tone sharper than he’d intended. “Go on. Get inside.”
    Her eyes shifted to him. “Are you always this bossy?”
    His smile happened before he could stop it. “You have no
idea how bossy I can be, Toni.”
    She murmured, “Hire me, Zach, and I will.”
    His smile died. “I can’t.”
    “You won’t,” she corrected.
    Her voice affirmed quiet resignation, not anger, which would
have been easier for Zach to take.
    Moving past him, she entered the diner.
    Its beige-and-brown décor, along with wagon wheel light
fixtures, fit the town’s Old West theme. Even the souvenirs matched, with Betty
Boop and other cartoon characters dressed in a marketer’s version of western
wear.
    Men of varying ages sat shoulder to shoulder on the few
stools at the counter, their battered jeans, dusty cowboy boots and Fruit of
the Loom tees identifying them as locals. The tourists, dressed in more
colorful garb, chattered at their Formica-and-chrome tables.
    “Well, hey there,” a female voice called out over the rising
din.
    Glancing past a table of elderly men from the retirement
village, Zach saw Emma Torres. A hefty woman of thirty-five, Em liked her jeans
tight, her checkered blouse snug, her brown hair worn short and her pretty face
absent of makeup. Right hand lifted above her head, she waved at him wildly.
    He smiled in greeting. With her husband, Hector, Em owned
and ran this place.
    As she worked her way past tables, she patted several of the
women’s shoulders, smiled at the men and winked at the kids.
    Reaching Zach, Em pushed to her toes and pecked his stubbled
cheek before giving a warm smile to Toni. “Be with you in a sec, hon, soon as I
seat him.”
    “We’re together,” Zach said.
    Em’s skinny brows jumped up. “Table for two?”
    He nodded, thinking her surprise wasn’t any greater than his
own.
    This time, Em allowed herself a really good look at Toni,
lingering on her leather pants and biker boots before glancing at the fringed
saddlebag he carried.
    With a loaded expression, Em said, “This way.” She directed
them to a booth at the far end of the diner, away from the rest of the crowd.
“Best seat in the house,” she announced.
    It was certainly the most secluded. What did she think they
planned to do back here? Hold hands? Whisper sweet nothings? Neck?
    Zach’s head snapped to Toni as she ran her fingers over his.
He fought a pleasurable shiver at her featherlight touch, noticing finally that
she wanted to take her saddlebag. Without too much of a delay, he gave it up.
    Her gaze moved from him to Em. “Where’s the ladies’ room?”
    “Back there.” She pointed. “Take an immediate left by the
cash register and the souvenir stand.”
    “Thanks.” Without a backward glance, Toni headed in its
direction.
    Zach