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She glanced around, then back at him and nodded like what he’d said made perfect sense. He still didn’t know if she was serious, and that kind of worried him. Not for his safety, but hers. She definitely didn’t know how to use a weapon. She’d end up hurting herself more than an assailant.
Holding his hand out, he gestured behind her to the diner. “Shall we?”
She turned, giving him a long look over her shoulder that was way too cute to be intimidating, then faced forward again and stomped through the grass toward the restaurant.
He shook his head, a smile finally breaking out across his face.
Yeah, he was definitely glad he replied to that listing.
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She slid into the vinyl booth, watching as Jett slid into the other side. He smiled his thanks up at the waitress, and when she smiled back at him, Abbie wanted to gouge the other woman’s eyes out with the non-existent knife she didn’t have in her purse.
“Hey, what’s that look for?” Jett asked softly. She slid her glare to him and his brows rose.
She was being ridiculous.
First, she screamed in his face and felt terrible because he thought she’d been afraid of him. Then she lied and said Chris was in the mafia-cartel-FBI. Which wasn’t a thing. She knew that. But at the time, she couldn’t think of anything else, so that’s what came out of her mouth. And lastly, she lied and said she had a knife and gun in her bag.
She didn’t even have a license for a gun. Didn’t even have actual knives at home to cook with! As soon as she’d actually started talking to Jett, she’d felt some of her unease unfurl in her stomach. But then it tightened right back up when she fully took him in.
He was freaking hot.
So big and cuddly-looking. Even if he was a bit intimidating, there was something in his eyes that grounded her. Made her feel calm.
Which was absolutely freaking insane.
She knew that.
“What look?” she asked, shaking herself.
“You look like you’re ready to set someone on fire.” She tilted her head to the side. That could’ve been a really good threat earlier. Why hadn’t she thought of that then? “Okay, now you’re looking too thoughtful.” He grinned at her, showing off his perfectly straight white teeth.
“I have a lighter in my purse, too,” she blurted, then felt her face heat. She really needed to learn to bite her tongue.
“Yeah?” He leaned back in the booth, readjusting his position.
It was too small for him, and she looked around the small diner, trying to find somewhere else they could sit. All the tables were taken, but there were a few free spots at the bar. She twisted her lips to the side. She didn’t do well on barstools, though. She tended to fall off them.
“Abbie?”
She blinked. “What?”
“You spaced out there, pretty girl. What’s going on in your head?”
God, if he kept calling her that, she was going to melt into a puddle right at his feet.
“I was trying to find a new place to sit,” she mumbled, looking around again. He cleared his throat, shifting again. See? He was clearly uncomfortable.
“Why?”
“The booth is too small. You need a table.” She wasn’t looking at him, still trying to find the one empty table she knew didn’t exist.
“Abbie?”
“Hm?”
“Can you look at me please?”
