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can do for you, you hear?”

      While Riley grinned at his friend’s old-west-lawman imitation, Teresa nodded. “Well, actually, I have encountered one suspicious character since I moved here.”

      “Who’s that, ma’am? Someone I should keep an eye on?”

      “Looks like you already are,” she replied, glancing pointedly toward Riley. “I’ll be right back with your coffee, Chief.”

      Dan was smiling when Teresa walked away. “I think she just zinged you, pal.”

      “Trust me, it’s not the first time she’s done so.”

      “She seems nice.”

      Riley nodded and dug into his cooling breakfast.

      “Pretty, too,” Dan added, glancing across the room.

      “I noticed.”

      “Have you asked her out?”

      “Yep.”

      “And…”

      “Crashed and burned. Every time.”

      Dan chuckled. “Pretty and intelligent.”

      Teresa returned to set a mug of coffee in front of Dan. “Your breakfast will be ready soon.”

      “Hey, Teresa, there’s a symphony concert in Little Rock next weekend. Want to go with me?” Riley asked.

      “Sorry. I’m washing my hair that night,” she answered pleasantly.

      “I didn’t tell you which night the concert’s being held,” he reminded her.

      She didn’t miss a beat. “I didn’t say which night I’m washing my hair.”

      “Oh, man.” Dan shook his head as Teresa moved away. “You went down in flames, buddy.”

      “Yeah, but did you see her eyes? She said no, but what she wanted to say was—”

      “Hell, no.”

      Riley snorted in response to Dan’s droll interruption. “Scoff if you like—but I’m getting to her. She won’t be able to resist my charms much longer.”

      “Is that right?” Dan glanced up when Teresa set his breakfast on the table. “Riley thinks he’s getting to you,” he said gravely.

      “He’s right,” she murmured, refilling their coffee cups. “He’s definitely getting on my nerves.”

      “You know, we should talk about that. How about over dinner tonight?” Riley suggested.

      “Sorry. I’m going to be ill tonight. Excuse me, I have orders to serve.”

      “I think I like her,” Dan murmured appreciatively.

      “Just help me pull this knife out of my chest, will you?” Riley pantomimed the motion as he spoke.

      “A knife?” Dan asked blandly. “Or is that one of Cupid’s arrows?”

      “Very funny. Eat your breakfast.”

      Dan obligingly picked up his fork, though his brown eyes still gleamed with amusement that was most definitely at Riley’s expense.

      Okay, so the guy was amusing. Teresa had found herself looking forward to the days when Riley O’Neal had breakfast in the diner.

      She wasn’t particularly flattered by his frequent invitations for dates. She suspected that he was the type who’d make a play for any reasonably attractive new woman who entered his life. But it was still nice to see a look of appreciation in an attractive man’s eyes. It gave her a glimmer of hope that someday…maybe…she’d meet someone to share her life with again. Someday far in the future.

      “I think he’s got a thing for you.” Marjorie Schaffer winked at Teresa as she whispered her revelation.

      Looking up from the table she was wiping with a damp cloth, Teresa wrinkled her nose. “Old Ernie? I think he proposes to every woman who crosses his path.”

      “Of course he does. Ernie even proposes to me at least twice a week. But I was talking about Riley O’Neal. Everyone has noticed the way he’s been coming in here almost every day to flirt with you.”

      “Riley’s as much of a habitual flirt as old Ernie. I don’t take either of them seriously.”

      “He sure has been coming around a lot since you started working here. Used to be he’d only eat here once or twice a month, tops. Now it’s three or four times a week.”

      “Really?” Teresa was a bit surprised by that. She’d assumed Riley had always been a regular. She found it hard to believe he’d changed his daily schedule just because she was serving coffee here.

      Maybe it was a little flattering….

      She hefted a tray of dishes and moved toward the doorway. “I’ll leave you to your romantic fantasizing,” she teased her friend and employer lightly. “I have customers waiting.”

      Teresa was still thinking about Marjorie’s words as she approached Riley’s table with the coffee carafe a few minutes later. Maybe he really was interested in taking her out. Not that she was in a position to get involved with anyone, but it gave her something to daydream about.

      She stopped at the table next to the one where Riley and his friend were conversing as they finished their breakfasts. As she refilled the cups of the middle-aged couple sitting there, she couldn’t help overhearing a snatch of Riley’s conversation.

      “I hope your wife’s enjoying the middle school program,” Riley was saying to the police chief. “I’d rather eat mud pies myself than listen to that bunch of kids mangling Disney movie songs.”

      Dan chuckled. “You know you don’t really dislike kids as much as you pretend.”

      “Nah, they’re okay. As long as I don’t actually have to listen to them sing, or watch them dance or act in school plays. Or share a plane ride with them. Or a movie theater. Or a restaurant. Or—”

      Dan was laughing quietly when he cut in. “Okay, I get the picture.”

      So did Teresa.

      She wasn’t really disappointed, she assured herself. She hadn’t seriously considered accepting a date with him. She wasn’t interested in dating anyone right now. Especially a man who’d just made it crystal clear how entirely wrong he was for her.

      She filled the police chief’s cup first, and then Riley’s. “Is there anything else I can get for you gentlemen?”

      “I’ll take the check,” Riley said. “I like to stay on the chief’s good side—just in case I ever need a ticket fixed or anything.”

      “I wish you’d stop saying things like that,” Dan said, sounding rather exasperated. “People who don’t know better might think there’s some truth in what you’ve implied.”

      Teresa smiled faintly. “Don’t worry, Chief. I take very little of what he says seriously.”

      “I said she was intelligent,” Dan said to Riley, who was giving Teresa an exaggeratedly aggrieved look.

      “If there’s nothing else you need, I’ll get your check,” she said, taking a step back from the table.

      “You’re sure you won’t reconsider my dinner invitation for tonight?” Riley asked enticingly.

      “I’m quite sure,” she said in a tone cool enough to freeze the smile from his face. No teasing this time—no humorous rejoinders or implied maybes. This was a flat-out no, and she wanted him to recognize it as such.

      There was no need for either of them to harbor the delusion that there would ever be a date—or anything else—between them.

      Riley didn’t

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