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than twenty-five. And here I was—a thirty-two-year-old single mother with barely a pot to piss in.
    Case in point… I thought, finding myself the center of his attention once again. I held up the coffee pot. “How was everything?” I asked, intentionally softening my tone.
    “Really great, thank you,” he answered, flashing a heart stopping smile, before scooting out of the bench seat. I took a short step back as he stood up and was surprised when he towered over me. I was nearly five foot eight, but he was head and shoulders above me, probably at least six three. “I’ll see you next time.” He nodded and then left the diner without so much as a glance back as he crossed the street and went right into the shop with the moving truck out front.
    “Oooh, looks like you met the new neighbor!” Patrice cooed in my ear as she passed by with a tray full of dirty dishes.
    Great. Just great.

Chapter Three — Jace
    It was nearly impossible to focus on the movers when my mind was so firmly glued on the gorgeous waitress across the street. No matter where I was in the shop, my attention kept creeping back to the front windows, which, I’d noted, had a prime view of the diner, and I’d seen glimpses of Kat a few times as she worked.
    “Mr. Winslow?”
    I whipped around at the sound of my name, and found myself face to face with the head mover. He jerked his chin behind him, indicating the two men who looked to be struggling to keep a hold of the opposite ends of my pool table.
    “Right, that goes upstairs in the apartment,” I instructed, feeling a pinch of guilt as the two men began carrying the table towards the steep staircase at the back of the shop. At the top of the stairs was a loft, which also had a large, industrial sized metal door that led to the overhead apartment. It was the reason I’d rented the shop in the first place. I’d be able to live directly above my tattoo shop and hoped it would help me establish a better work-life balance. Back in Chicago, I’d lived across the city from where my shop was, and never went home, often crashing on the worn leather couch in the front of the shop for days on end. My move to this small town had raised a few eyebrows, even pissed a few people off, but I could feel it in my gut, it was the right move.
    Something had to change or I’d work—or drink—my way into a very early grave.
    “Hey, guys, careful with that,” I called out, hustling across the room to assist two other movers who had just hauled in a metal sculpture of a larger than life tattoo gun. It was a custom piece, made by a fan of my tattoo reality show, Ink by Jace. Although, I was pretty sure that if dropped, the sculpture would fuck up the floor, rather than the other way around, and I hated the thought of it getting fucked up. I helped the movers get it situated in the corner by the reception desk, and then made my way back to my original task, hanging up my neon shop sign in the window, because it needed to be done—but also, because it gave me the best chance of seeing that sweet Kat.
    I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her since I’d met her over breakfast. It had been ages since a woman had captivated me like that, and the fact that she certainly hadn’t been trying, only made her more appealing. I’d checked her left hand and hadn’t seen a ring on her finger, but a woman like that… was sure to have someone in her life. She hadn’t flirted, had barely acknowledged me, but I could also tell she was attracted to me, her body language changed whenever she was near me, or when she thought I was watching her.
    The sign buzzed to life as I hit the switch and I looked over at the diner, wondering if she would catch the light. After a few minutes, I gave up on getting her attention, and went back to the desk as the movers finished unloading the boxes for the shop, and began hauling furniture and boxes upstairs to the apartment.
    Two birds one stone , I thought, thinking of the fat