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prove to you exactly how perfect we are
for each other and I’m definitely going to change your mind about all
three of those damn reasons why.”

Chapter Two
     
    Jill slammed her fist against the stuck drawer, cursing
under her breath as Cheryl walked into the kitchen with a tray full of dirty
dishes.
    “Damn, girl. Is it your time of the month or did you just
wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning? I’ve never seen you so
pissed off.”
    “It’s this stupid fucking drawer. It won’t open.”
    Cheryl stopped and placed her tray on the counter. “You
gotta hit it directly on the left corner,” she said, banging the drawer. It
popped open, and Jill fought the urge to smack the smug grin off her friend’s
face.
    “Don’t look at me like that,” Cheryl chastised. “You’re the
one who taught me how to open it. Now why don’t you tell me what’s really
bothering you.”
    “The men’s room toilet is clogged, and I can’t find one
lousy plumber in this godforsaken town to come fix it.”
    “Um, Jill,” Lottie said through the order window, “now the
women’s toilet is clogged too.”
    Jill turned and scowled at the young waitress, who hastily
backed away to continue refilling the salt and pepper shakers.
    Cheryl placed a comforting hand on Jill’s shoulder. “Now,
honey, before you get upset, you might want to reconsider Wes’ offer to help.”
    “No,” she replied sharply.
    “Why not? Ever since Seth stopped working around here, we’ve
been letting some things slide. It’s time to start getting these repairs done
or the place is gonna fall down on our heads.”
    “It’s not that bad,” Jill said, though she knew Cheryl’s
words were true. Every day, something else in the old building stopped
functioning. If they didn’t start taking control of the situation, they’d end
up having to shut down for major renovations.
    Cheryl raised her eyebrows. “What’s your problem with Wes?”
    “Who says I have a problem with him?”
    “He’s the answer to a prayer, and you know it,” Cheryl
replied. “We need help, Jill Harper, and Wes has offered it. I just don’t get
it. You’ve got yourself a six-foot Adonis practically begging to help and
you’re saying no.”
    “Adonis,” Jill scoffed.
    “With that light-brown hair and deep green eyes. Mmm. I’m
old enough to be that boy’s mother and he still melts my butter. What is it
about him that bothers you so much?”
    Jill crossed her arms and tapped her toe. “For your
information, Wes Robson does not bother me.”
    “I certainly hope not,” came Wes’ deep voice from behind
her. He’d come in the back entrance. “I mean, in my defense, I just got here.
Unless, of course,” he added, walking up so close behind her, Jill could feel
his warm breath in her hair, “it’s the ‘hot and bothered’ kind of bothering.
Then I don’t mind so much. Hell, I could even take care of that for you. I am a very handy man. Is your butter melting, Jill?”
    “You knew he was behind me,” Jill accused her friend, but
Cheryl merely gave her a mischievous grin.
    “Why are you here?” Jill muttered to Wes, refusing to turn
around to look at the damn man who was melting a hell of a lot more than butter
in her body.
    “I’ll just let you two sort this out,” Cheryl said, waving
and heading for the door. “Breakfast shift is over. I’m locking the front door
and going up to my apartment. If you don’t find somebody to fix those toilets
pronto, we might as well dump the lunch special in the garbage and leave the
doors locked, because there’s no way we can open. Lottie,” she called out as
she left, “wanna come upstairs and watch The View with me?”
    Jill listened as her two waitresses tromped up the stairs,
then she turned to watch Wes put a toolbox on the counter.
    “Toilet problems?” he asked.
    “Dammit, Wes, I mean it. What are you doing here?”
    “I’m here to work,” he replied.
    “That’s funny. I don’t recall