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multi-colored heart still with soul, solidly beating
out a pulse. The walls carry classic prints of diners, muscle cars, motorcycles
and the spirit of the American dream. The young waitress in her hot pink
striped dress smiles as they walk towards her.
    “Hi Eve, how you doing?”
    “Cool, and yourself?”
    “It’s all good.” Angel
pauses, unsure of who this handsome stranger is with Eve, can’t resist asking.
“Who’s your friend?”
    “Jeff, this is Angel, Angel,
Jeff.”
    “Hi Angel.”
    “Hi.” Angel smiles, then
pauses and looks to Eve. “The Jeff?”
      “Yes.” Uncomfortable Eve shuffles slightly.
Jeff realizes Eve’s spoken about him to Angel. So she must still possess
feelings for him. Eve gives Angel a look of 'you’ve opened your big mouth', and
Angel nervously smiles back. “Bring over a couple of burgers, fried chicken
wings and onion rings will you?”
    “Sure. You go on and sit
yourselves down.”
    They choose a booth by the
window. Looking out all they can see is highway, desert, blue sky and the
surrounding mountains.
    “The Jeff?”
    “Don’t ask.”
    “I’m intrigued.”
    “I said don’t ask.”
    “Okay, okay you don’t have
to get all defensive.”
    “I’m not.”
    Jeff’s flattered and Eve
knows it. He catches sight of a leather clad rider pulling in from the highway
and cruising up to the front of the diner. The red Harley pumps its pistons
with a unique, loud, yet familiar bark. This guy enjoys blipping the throttle
before cutting the engine, dropping the side stand down as he dismounts.
    “Nice bike.”
    “Yeah that’s Al, he owns
this joint.”
    “Friend of yours?”
    “He keeps his eye on me, knows
I’m out here alone. Angel’s his daughter.”
    “Is he married?”
    “No, she shot through years
ago.” Eve realizes Jeff’s already bordering on jealousy. She could tease him,
to pull him closer, but she’s still unsure about her own feelings. “She left
Angel with him, he’s done a good job of raising her.”
    Al makes his presence known
as he walks into the diner. He takes his jacket off and walks straight over
towards their booth. Jeff estimates his age is around fifty years, a big-built
intimidating man, shaven head, short beard. His faded tattoos still catch the
eye.
    “I thought that was your car
out front, how you doing, Eve?”
    “Good and you?”
    “All the better for seeing
you. Who’s your friend?”
    “This is Jeff, Jeff, Al.”
    “Good to meet you, Jeff.”
    “You too.”
    Al thrusts his hand forward
and both men shake hands, although the twinkle Eve brought to Al’s eye leaves
Jeff unsettled.
    “So what brings you out
these parts?”
    Before Jeff can answer Eve
jumps in.
    “He’s working with me at the
prison, for a time.”
    “The prison. Hey, rather you
than me. I haven’t seen you at the club for a while?”
    Jeff senses that Eve’s now
feeling a little uncomfortable chatting to Al in front of him, and has this
gut-wrenching thought that they've slept together.
    “I’ve been busy, work, you
know.”
    “Yeah, well don’t be a
stranger. Enjoy your meal, it’s on me.”
    Al turns his bulk around and
walks away with a slight swagger towards Angel, who’s been leaning on the
counter. This has been the highlight of the day so far.
    “Before you ask, the 'club'
is the monthly cruise night for classic cars.”
    “I wasn’t going to.”

 
    The food at the diner was
great, and the drive back to the ranch uneventful. The Camaro’s engine cools
whilst Jeff sits outside on the balcony. Eve brings them both a cold beer and
sits down.
    “Paradise, isn’t it? I lose
myself here.”
    “Don’t you get lonely?”
    “Sometimes.”
    Jeff’s mobile starts to
ring. He answers, reluctantly.
    “Hello.”
    “Hi Jeff, it's John Martin
from the university, how are you?”
    “Hi. I’m fine thank you, and
how are you?” Jeff’s curious; although they’ve been good colleagues for many
years, it’s a rare occasion that John will