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Marissa’s eyes widened. “Yup.”

“Who?”

“Who do you think?”

Cozen shook her head, and gave Marissa a look. “Listen, this isn’t a game where I ask you a question, and then you answer with a question, too. I don’t have time for that kind of nonsense. Just tell me who it was.”

Marissa pouted. “You are not fun.”

“It’s been a long day.”

Yes, let’s use that excuse.

Whatever worked.

“Fine, whatever,” Marissa said, still fake pouting. “I guess he sent word asking about your work, not asking about you. He already knows you, and that you work here, right? So, yeah.”

Cozen’s brow furrowed. “What?”

“Jett Griffin.”

Now we’re getting warmer.

“What did Jett want to know?” Cozen asked. “He hasn’t been around the restaurant for a while.”

“Apparently, he asked about your shift schedules for the next couple of weeks.”

“My shifts,” she echoed.

“Mmhmm. I think you have an admirer.”

No shit.

“Well, good,” Cozen said.

Marissa gave her a look. “Good?”

“That’s what I said.”

It was what she needed, after all.

She was the spider. Jett was the fly.

Cozen would keep spinning her web, and hoped it would catch him. It kind of seemed like maybe she had, now. All her worries were for naught.

“Let me get back on the floor, and get this guy his coffee,” Cozen said, pointing a finger at Marissa. “But thanks for the info. I appreciate it.”

More than the girl knew, too.

All the while, Cozen still felt someone’s eyes on her.

It was harder to ignore, now.

Cozen rounded the bar and said to the man who had taken over after Marissa’s shift was over to, “Make me a Long Island Iced Tea.”

“Are you supposed to be drinking during your shift?”

Cozen froze.