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about to let him kiss her just moments ago. Perhaps he’d been mistaken, because she only seemed to have eyes for Colby. Pity, because he found her utterly charming. After picking up his coffee mug, Garret walked over to a booth by the wall and proceeded to watch the rather interesting scene unfold.
    â€œI’m in dire need of coffee,” Colby announced.
    â€œComin’ right up.” Mattie put a mug in front of Colby, who swung one long jean-clad leg over the stool and sat down. “Just to let you know there’s no country ham this mornin’.”
    â€œAgain?” Colby grumbled. “And here I was wantin’ some of your redeye gravy.”
    â€œSorry ’bout your luck.” Mattie sighed and then fisted her hands on her hips. “Rusty ran off with the ham. I chased after his sorry hide but came up empty-handed.” She wiggled her fingers in the air to demonstrate. “I’m gonna give Mason a piece of my mind about the situation. I love ol’ Rusty to the moon and back, but I can’t have him stealing my breakfast supplies.”
    â€œI don’t blame you one bit,” Colby said with a nod.
    Ah, so Mattie was chasing after a dog, Garret thought, and had to grin. He would have loved to see her in action. He’d also love to have his breakfast served, but Mattie was totally focused on Colby. But then as if reading Garret’s mind she glanced in his direction.
    â€œI’ll be back in a minute,” she said to Colby, and then walked Garret’s way with the coffeepot in her hand.
    â€œDid you decide what you want?” Mattie asked withwhat appeared to be a grateful smile. She obviously regretted the brief heated moment they’d shared. Of course perhaps the heat was all on his end. If he really had been crazy enough to try to steal a kiss, he would most likely have gotten a roundhouse to the jaw. Risky business, he thought, but perhaps one worth taking.
    â€œI’ll have the biscuits and sausage gravy that is sure to make me sigh with
pleasure
.”
    Her eyes rounded and she glanced over at Colby, who seemed oblivious of her adoration. Couldn’t the big clod see how cute Mattie was in her cutoff jeans and scuffed cowboy boots? She tilted her head to the side, making her long ponytail slip over her shoulder. “I believe I said de-
light
.”
    â€œRight . . . my mistake.”
    â€œEggs?”
    â€œOver easy.”
    â€œGrits?”
    â€œNever had them, but they sound, well, gritty.”
    â€œMy grits are smooth and creamy. Give them a try. You won’t be sorry.”
    â€œCausing another groan of sheer pleasure?” Garret asked, and was rewarded with a scowl that had a cute blush behind it.
    â€œAnother sigh of delight.”
    Garret shrugged. “Semantics . . .”
    â€œButter or cheese?”
    â€œWhat do you suggest?”
    â€œI prefer cheesy grits, but that’s just me.”
    â€œSold.”
    â€œHash browns?” she continued with a crisp businesslike tone that made Garret grin.
    â€œUm . . .” Garret wondered how he was going to consume all that food, but he’d just bet that Colby over at the counter would scarf down a manly breakfast, so he nodded. “Of course.”
    â€œScattered, smothered, and covered?”
    â€œWho, what, and where?”
    Mattie laughed and Garret decided he liked the soft, slightly throaty sound. She slowly repeated the choices.
    â€œAre you trying to kill me? Because it sure sounds like a grisly murder.”
    â€œScattered on the grill, covered with onions, and smothered with cheese.”
    â€œWell, then, yes, you are definitely trying to kill me.”
    â€œThen you will surely die with a big smile on your face.”
    Garret had to chuckle. “All right, then, scatter, smother, and cover me.”
    â€œWaffles, toast, or pancakes?”
    â€œNo!” Garret raised his hands skyward. “I