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HE’s STILL DOING IT.
Staring at me, watching my every move like he’s waiting for me to
break out in song or dance. He has no idea what his gaze is doing to me.
I’ve already almost dropped two trays of food since he got here just an hour
His name is Dutton. Dutton Cole. He owns his own company, Dutton
Trucking, but from what I can tell, he drives a truck as well. He came
through Sweetheart, Colorado around six months ago. I can still remember
the first time I saw him. He had to be the biggest, gruffest man I’d ever met.
He has tattoos down one arm, and every time I see them it makes me
wonder where else he has tattoos. His hair is a dark brown and a little
shaggy on top, but short on the sides and back. And his eyes. Goodnight,
his eyes. They’re a dark blue and I swear when he looks at you it’s like he’s
looking into your soul. He’s like no one I’ve ever met before. Which is
saying something considering where I work. Being a waitress at The Stop, a
truck stop diner, I see a little bit of everything in here. I figured he was just
passing through and I probably would never see him again. But now, it’s
like he’s in here all the time.
The first few times he didn’t say anything to me, he would just sit and
look at me, watching me work.
Even though he never said much, I would see him talking to Alice, the
manager of The Stop. She’s been here ever since I started working here
back in high school. But she has a way of making anyone talk. She’s
quicker to be up in a person’s business than the town gossip.
The third time he came in, he talked to me. His voice was deep and
thick, and I was so stunned by the sound of it, I swear I remember sliding
my thighs together to feel the friction there. Alice had asked me to take over
his table, and even though I was unsure about it, she assured me it would be
I carried the plate of apple pie and set it down in front of him. “Can I
get you anything else?”
He stared up at me, and I swear I started thinking of all the things I
wished he would ask me for. A date. Join him for dinner. Or go home with
him. If he had said any of those things, I would have immediately said yes.
I’m drawn to him. I don’t know why or how to exactly explain it, but
there’s something about him.
He pointed his fork at the pie. “You make this?”
It was then I rubbed my thighs together. His voice made me think of
sex. Dirty, sweaty, take what I want sex. Which just my brain going there is
a huge feat. I swear I’m the last twenty-two-year-old virgin in Sweetheart.
“Yes,” I croaked, and then cleared my throat. “I made it.”
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