Page 6 of Revived My Heart

I wasn't sure what I expected when I moved up here besides having to run ragged getting the diner set up and making my new place mine.

But Mason Jones was the last thing I thought would happen. And after my past, he was actually pretty refreshing.

But I couldn't think of him like that. I didn't have the story, but it was evident that he still loved his late wife and I would not come between a man and his ghost. There were just some things that I wouldn't do.

Not that there was anything happening between us. But after seeing him come out of the shower with nothing but a hand towel covering his very well endowed dick, I couldn't lie and see I hadn't fantasized. Or that maybe I hadn't gotten myself off once or twice, in his bed, at the very memory of that.

Maybe one day we will talk, but currently, I'm fine just being friends and getting his amazing help because I have no idea where I'd be if he didn't help.

And not just him, but all his friends. Though I could do without being asked out time and time again. As if I had the time for that right now. Or really the drive. At least not with them.

No, my damn desire seems to be with a man that I swear doesn't see me that way but that I feel like I could fall for. And that's really dangerous. In fact, that's downright scary because I'm pretty sure that won't happen. But hell if I can seem to push the thoughts aside.

“You okay?”

I snapped my head up as the very man I was thinking about appeared at my side, hammer on one hand. I frowned as I looked at it then at him.

“Yeah, just lost in my life thoughts. What are you doing with the hammer?”

“There are some loose beams over by the grill, so I thought I get to work on them. You seemed kind of bummed if the look on your face is any indication.”

“Oh,” I said, not sure what to say to that because honestly, I sure didn't want to get into it. “It's really nothing.”

“Yeah, that face says it wasn't anything but I'm not going to push it. Anyway, if you need anything, let me know.”

I watched him head to the back of the back of the dinner, my eyes trailing over his back and his ass, admiring that just as much as every other part of him and I sighed.

This was stupid in so many ways, and no matter what, I just didn’t know how to stop it.

With a mental shake to clear my head, I turned back to my own problems that I needed to get fixed before I could talk about opening.

Three hours later, I rubbed my eyes as I looked at my computer, trying to finalize some of my menu. I was grateful that my two chefs had years in the service and knew how to make everything I was asking for, but with the rising costs of food and labor, I needed to make sure I could cover it while still turning a profit while keeping things cheap enough to not price too high. Of course, that was proving harder than what I wanted given the location. Because food deliveries were not cheap.

“You okay?”

I pinched the bridge of my nose before looking up at the man standing in my doorway.

“Not unless you can tell me how to get food delivered here for cheaper in your bag of tricks.”

He laughed at that.

“I don’t have a friend that can help you there, exactly. But I do know someone who can help you.”

“Of course you do,” I told him, shaking my head, not all surprised about that. I crossed my arms and rested them on my desk. “Well?”

“You got some tight clothes to go dancing in?”

“What?”

“We’re going to the bar. They’re open now, and you need a rest. So, let’s go.”

I narrowed my eyes at Mason for a moment, wondering what he had planned that I didn't know.

Chapter 4

~ Mason ~

Okay, maybe taking her out dancing where everyone else was checking her out was not the best idea, but it was the only one I could think of that would kill two birds with one stone. I had heard her mumbling about prices and how outrageous a delivery was.