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the seat across from her. She released the breath she’d been holding. Continuing to convince herself that if she didn’t see him, he wasn’t really there, she lifted the book directly in front of her face and opened her eyes to the black print that no longer looked like formed words but jumbled letters scattered across the page.
    Her plate scooted across the table. The fork clinked against the cheap white glass on which her half-eaten slice of pie sat. She gnawed on the inside of her lip. Was he seriously eating her pie?
    “What are you doing here in the middle of the night?” he asked.
    She flinched at his voice and turned a page as if she could make sense of the printed words.
    “Does Vic know you’re here?” he asked, lightly tapping the fork against the plate.
    Sharon lowered the book, laying it on the table, and met his eyes. In the light of the diner the blue in them was more intense than what she recalled. And they were smoldering and sexy as hell, and the way they watched her made the inside of her thighs quake. She took a deep breath, fighting the urge to literally crawl across the top of the table and straddle him where he sat. She wanted to tell him the truth about her and Vic—that it was nothing but a fabrication he’d made up to save his pride because the real Missy was busy getting pounded by Stone Larson—but she figured it wasn’t her cover to blow, so instead she said, “Vic doesn’t control me.”
    “I didn’t mean to insinuate that he does. I meant that maybe he would be worried.”
    She picked up her cup and sipped at her coffee. Cold. She frowned and looked at her watch, she’d been reading for over two hours. “Vic’s fine. He’s probably drunk and has forgotten about me.” She waved at the waitress and held up the mug for a refill. “What are you doing here?”
    He drummed his fingers on the table. “I live just down the road. Stopped in for a quick snack, and then I saw you. I couldn’t walk away without saying hello.”
    “But you haven’t said hello , not yet, or was that it…you saying hello ?”
    “I guess that was it.”
    “So now you’re leaving.” Sharon picked up the novel and opened it. “It was good to see you.” She flipped through the pages, not that she knew where she’d left off. The nearness of him had left her mind scrambled.
    Kyle pushed the plate away and leaned toward the center of the table. His face went serious, his voice low and husky. “I’m not leaving until you do.”
    Sharon’s heart raced. She swallowed hard, certain his only interest in her was what had happened between them in the storage room. Not for her. With him, it was different and she hated it. The feeling of her emotions being exposed was frightening. And the fact that she even cared he was sitting across from her, staring, soaking in her every move, waiting for permission to finish what they started, unnerved her even more.
    She peeked over the top of the book, not surprised to find him watching her, but shocked that it wasn’t a stare of pure lust. His eyes held a combination of curiosity and fascination, making her uncomfortable…in a good way. Something she’d never experienced before. Something, if she fell for, she was certain would leave her broken. “You’re still here.”
    He sat back against the seat, still holding the fork…her fork, twisting it between his fingers. Eyes solidly focused on hers, he smiled. “We need more pie.”
    “What?” She glanced down at her plate. Empty.
    “And coffee.” He motioned to the waitress who had yet to refill Sharon’s cup. The waitress, tall and lanky with short, curly brown hair, appeared immediately at his request. Kyle ordered another slice of chocolate fudge, a cup of coffee for himself, a refill for Sharon, and two forks.
    “I’m good, not hungry.” Sharon closed her book and stuffed it inside her bag, slinging the strap over her shoulder. “I’m leaving anyway.”
    Kyle reached across the table, putting his