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order of fries." If the curve of his lips revealed anything about him, it would be that her comment hadn't bothered him as much as she'd thought. Resilient.
    She scribbled the order on her ticket pad and snapped it into the metal clip above the food service window, rotating the circular ticket holder until his order hung on the kitchen's side. Even with her back turned, she felt his eyes watching her. Was he looking at her ass right now? She shifted to the side, slightly sticking out one hip, knowing the position showed off her rear nicely in the otherwise boring black jeans. The familiar clang of a coffee cup banging against the saucer caught her attention.
    She turned. Mr Motorcycle mopped up spilled coffee from the saucer under his cup. Accident or distracted? The way his eyes traveled up her body when he looked up from his mess made the answer perfectly clear. Distracted.
    Good. She liked to be the source of a man's distraction and the object of his undivided attention.
    "Let me help." She grabbed the cloth from the sink and mopped up the mess underneath his cup. Now that she could take a moment to really look at him without her mind being muddled from the almost-accident, he looked good.
    Damn good.
    The fancy Rolex watch, the supple leather of his coat. She peeked down at his footwear as she passed behind him on her way to bring coffee to another table. His shoes were obviously expensive, judging by the logo printed on the back heel.
    He was definitely from the Meadow. She didn't know many Meadow guys who chose motorcycles over souped-up sports cars, but she could get used to riding on one.
    Shit.
    If he really was from the Meadow, then flirting would get her nothing but a five-dollar tip. No way in hell would a man from the Meadow go out with a waitress like her. Not that she was looking for something long-term with anyone but Reid, but that didn't mean she couldn't have fun on a date every now and again while she waited for his return. Surely Reid hadn't been single or celibate all these years.
    She put the pot of coffee back on the burner, grabbed Mr Motorcycle's burger, then turned to find him smiling at her again as he watched her. He didn't seem bothered by finding her working in the diner.
    He spread his napkin across his lap as if he were in a fancy establishment. A dollop of mustard stuck to his chin after his first bite. She watched, hypnotized as his mouth moved, chewing his food, his very stubbly, rugged looking jaw clenching and unclenching. Was his stubble scratchy?
    "You have a little mustard on your chin," she said. Your delicious, kiss-me-till-I'm-pink-skinned, stubbly chin. She bit her lip again to force that last thought to stay a thought.
    She didn't usually go around thinking thoughts like that about anyone other than Reid. It was weird… and nice.
    "Here?" he asked, wiping his chin with his napkin. "Did I get it?"
    Her gaze fluttered from his lips to his chin then back up to his eyes. She nodded, having lost her voice during the short trip. How had she never seen him around Meadow Ridge before? Maybe he was new because there was no way she'd forget a face like his.
    "Thanks." He took another bite of his burger.
    Out of the corner of her eye, she could see her other customers at their tables, peering into their coffee cups. It never seemed to matter how many times she made the trip with the pot, her customers always ran on empty.
    And yet, she didn't reach for the pot or move to clear the dishes another customer stacked on the edge of the table, the universal sign for "I'm finished eating" in the diner world.
    No, she stayed with Mr Motorcycle as if rooted to the sticky tile floors.
    I wonder if there's a Mrs Motorcycle.
    A quick ring-finger check revealed no ring and no tan line where a ring should be. So he wasn't taken, but she also shouldn't be looking, not with Reid due back at some point.
    "What brings you outside the gates?" she asked.
    "Everything. I live here in the city."
    "Oh," she said,