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reaction; it’s like he hasn’t even heard me. But he paused slightly and I heard him take a deep breath when I asked, so I know he did. Right now though, he looks like there ain’t a care in his world.
    I see Chad from the corner of my eye, his eyes are on me waiting for Noah’s response. Now he knows that I’m making my move. I can’t breathe with the look on his face.
    When Noah speaks it doesn’t shock me one bit.
    “No. You’re not.” His tone and the rigidness of his shoulders tell me I have lost the battle, but not the war.
    The damn war hasn’t even started yet.
    Noah seemed to be tuned out the rest of the session and I let him focus and think, hoping he would come around. He’d seemed shut off lately, and though he was like that a lot, he was never like that with me. Lately though, he was never around and when he was, he was either sleeping or being a complete jerk. It hurt that he acted like that, but in the end it was going to make it a lot easier to seduce me some Chad.

     

 
    And I’m all in, nothing left to hide
     
    I’ve fallen harder than a landslide
     
    I spent a week away from you last night…
     
    Lifehouse
     

    Chapter Three
     
     
    That night, as luck would have it that I was working in the back area of the restaurant. Chad was off, so I hadn’t bothered with my normal beauty routine. I was on dish duty, a job I actually enjoyed because I could listen to music and get away from the crowd. It was raining tonight and both Main Street and the beachfront were deserted. More than likely we would close early.
    I was rushing through the dishes, soaking myself with the water. The humidity was ruthless. I had stepped back to check the wrapping over my new tat when I looked up to see Chad coming through the back door. His black t-shirt was soaked and his ball cap was dripping wet from the downpour outside. He had never looked better and I had to catch the gasp in my throat before he heard it and then silently cursed myself for not bothering with my new beauty regiment. I dropped my shirt when he paused to stare at my exposed tummy and the black wrap over my ribs.
    I was wearing worn out, torn jeans and an oversized t-shirt with The Joint logo on it, my hair tucked into a cap. My face was flushed from the heat. I looked like a total mess.
    "Ah, dish duty." He said and leaned a hip against the giant steel washing basin to the right of me. He pointed to the tat. “How’s it feel?”
    “Fine, I was just worried if it was staying dry.”
    “Dishes probably weren’t the best job tonight. Want me to take a look?” He asked. His voice completely even, so I knew this was the artist Chad, not the sexy rockstar Chad.
    I shook my head and kept washing my dishes.
    “Let me guess you picked up the shift?” He seemed annoyed at the amount of shifts I worked, but a girl needed cash for clothes. Plain and simple.
    I shrugged. "I wanted it. It’s slow tonight and it’s easy money."
    Chad looked to the front where the other six employees were cleaning, everyone hoping to get out early. "Think you'll be out soon?"
    My stomach dropped before a horde of butterflies started jumping and fluttering about in my belly. Was he asking me for a reason? "Yeah. We’re waiting till eight. If we don’t get anything by then, we’ll close up shop."
    Chad took the cap off and shook his head causing all the water from the rain to roll down his cheeks, catching on a seriously sexy five o’clock shadow. Those raindrops, I tell ya, they sparkled like diamonds on his inked skin. "The pier is empty, not a soul in sight, same with Main."
    "Good." I muttered and began washing as fast as I can. Chad came to stand beside me and began rinsing the dishes as I washed them. "You don’t need to help, Chad. That’s what nights off are for."
    "Yeah, but if I help, you get out of here faster, then maybe we can hang out." His smile was shy and hopeful. I didn’t even know Chad could be shy or hopeful… not when it came to a girl