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putting on the finishing touches.” Jillian stepped aside so that he could walk in. “She shouldn't be long.”
    “You heading to work?” Buster shut the door behind him and looked around. He'd been inside maybe twice before.
    “Yeah, I'm going to be late if I don't move my ass. See you around, Buster.” She was out the door before he could say anything at all, which seemed to be something that she was very good at.
    Buster sat on the couch. He only had to wait a few minutes before Caroline emerged from the bedroom. “Hey, sorry about that. My mother called before and she just had so much to tell me. I just didn't have the heart to cut her off.”
    “No worries.” Buster rose to his feet. “I wasn't here long and you look amazing.” She'd remembered what he'd told her, worn jeans and boots despite the heat. Her thin-strapped top left a lot of skin exposed, so he was relieved to see she had a jacket tossed over her arm.
    “Thanks. So, did you decide where we're going to eat?”
    “I know this place that makes a really good steak. How's that sound?”
    “Is it the bar?”
    Buster laughed. “No. The only food that you're going to find in the bar is going to come out of a microwave or in a take-out container.”
    “Steak sounds good,” she said after a pause. “I'm ready to go when you are.”
    “Let's get going then,” Buster suggested. The ride to the restaurant wasn't long, but there wasn't much time for talking on the way. She wrapped her arms around him the way that she had the day before, but there was a difference. What the hell had he said? And why in the hell did he care so much?
    The hostess recognized him at the restaurant. She showed them to a table and took their drink orders. Silence filled the table. “So, how was your day?”
    “It wasn't bad. Spent most of the day looking around to see if anyplace is hiring.” She made a face. “No one really is, but I'll keep looking. There's got to be something. There's always something.”
    “What are you looking to do?” Buster asked.
    “Anything, really. I didn't always work in a bakery, it just sort of happened. I've worked in offices before, done retail.” She sighed. “I'd really rather not do retail again unless I've got no choice in the matter. I know the bakery was sort of retail, but people who are buying cakes and cookies are normally pretty agreeable.”
    “Office work, huh? Like answering phones and making appointments.”
    “Yeah, I've done that before. I can pretty much do anything in an office. Gets a little boring, though. I liked the bakery, doing the baking and all of that.” She blushed slightly. “And here I am rattling on and on.”
    “You're not rattling.” Buster assured her. “I asked, remember?”
    “How was your day?”
    “It was good. We tore down the wreck of Amelia's old house. You know Amelia, right?” Buster figured she had to from Baked.
    “I know the house, I go past there when I run.”
    “You run?” The image of her in tight little running clothes flashed through his mind and made him smile. Yeah, she'd look pretty fine in motion. He could just tell.
    “Yeah, it's cheaper than the gym and it gives me time to think. You look like a gym guy. I bet you like weights.”
    Buster nodded. “I do, but I don't spend too much time in a gym. A lot of my exercise comes on the job. Never been much for running, unless I've got a reason to, of course.”
    “Of course,” Caroline replied. He thought that she'd relaxed some from earlier.
    “It's going to take us a while to get the house back up, we've got other jobs that need doing, so I'm thinking it'll be about a year, maybe less if they decide to go with something prefab.” Buster looked up as the waitress came over with the drinks.
    “Are y'all ready to order?” she asked. “Though I've got a feeling I know what you'd like.” When she winked at him, Buster realized why she looked familiar, and it wasn't because she'd waited on him before, well at least at