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then rushed to the cupboard to find my newly bought paper towels. I handed him one and he pressed it against the cut.
    "So, how are you going?"
    "I'm... um..."
    Sentences whirled and spun in my mind like bingo balls but none of them landed. I'm great, good to see you. Are you sure you're okay? Instead of these basic responses I mumbled something between good and okay. It came out as godkay .
    "I didn't come to stay long. I wanted to ask you to come out with me on Saturday night. There's a dance in town."
    "I'm already going."
    Great, now you're making sentences and you come out with that?
    "Oh."
    I saw his face fall, just a little.
    "No, no it's not with anyone! I don't have a date. I'm going with Katy from my new job."
    "So I guess I'll see you Saturday night."
    Before I had a chance to answer, we both heard a buzz start from my bedroom. Red turned away from me to look into the bedroom. I knew immediately what the sound was. That damn red vibrator. Although I panicked again, some part of me knew what to do.
    "Thanks for coming by!"
    I hustled a smiling Red out my door. For a man with a bleeding wound he seemed pretty damn happy.
    "I'll see you then," I said as the door closed behind him. This time I heard the truck start up and pull away.
    "Oh, what is wrong with you Harper?" I asked myself out loud and then looked through to my bedroom where the red vibrator sitting on the bed in plain view was buzzing its little heart out.
    I groaned to myself and shut my eyes. He still likes me. He doesn't think I'm some vibrator-loving weirdo. Even if he did, sex toys are perfectly normal and that was his hang-up. Although some part of me thought a man like Red didn't have many barriers.
    I turned the vibrator off and pulled out the batteries and firmly promised myself to focus on writing, going to my new job and not thinking about Red and the dance.
    *
    "T wo red-eyes, three big breakfasts, short stack and egg-white omelet!" I slipped the order on to the revolving spinner and picked up two big breakfasts for the travelling couple on table three.
    "Two red-eyes, three big breakfasts, short stack and egg-white omelet!" Reggie yelled back the order and whacked his spatula on the grill.
    It was Friday afternoon on my third day of work and I was getting the hang of it. Reggie loved to yell the orders. There was another cook, Jeff, who wasn't so loud but was just as fast as Reggie. Katy had helped train me and slipped in local gossip whenever possible.
    "Table six want apple pie and she is not his daughter." Katy raised her eyebrows at me as she put the order up.
    I grinned at her and took my orders out. Everyone loved Greasy Manna's all-day breakfast and the Big Breakfast was one of our bestsellers.
    I had waitressed at college but it had been hell. High staff turnover, a sleazy boss who was handsy and his wife, the manager, who took our tips "to share them out" and stole a big chunk for herself. Greasy Manna was heaven compared to that place. It was fast and busy and on my first day the lunch crowd was crazy but Sarah, Reggie and Katy did it all with a smile. Best of all was the fifty percent employee discount. Katy and I were on the same shift so we'd had dinner the last two nights together. I don't know how Sarah had done it but my uniform was both comfortable and damn good-looking at the same time. The tips were rolling and while I'm sure some of it was due to my charming personality (as I often told my sister), the rest was down to Sarah's amazing uniforms.
    After I delivered my orders I headed back to the kitchen for a glass of water. I was two mouthfuls into it when Katy burst in, her face glowing.
    "You have to go to your table four right now. Or let me. Please. I'll do anything you want." She pulled me to the serving window and there he was. Red. Dressed in his building clothes with scuffed boots and a few paint droplets and looking as sexy as hell.
    "That's my neighbor, Red."
    "The builder? He can renovate my kitchen any time he