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It had only been a few hours since we had dropped Hannah off at her apartment so she could get ready for her dinner shift, but I was already itching to see her. She was like a drug, addictive. I needed my fix. I parked my truck next to Declan’s SUV in the diner’s small lot—it had gone without saying that we’d be having dinner here.
I caught sight of her the moment I walked in. She was at a booth toward the back, dropping of Mr. and Mrs. Hardy’s meals. Mr. Hardy had been friends with my dad back in the day. The older man still ran his ranch, although his daughter now helped him and would take it over when he retired. Dec was sitting at the counter and I slid onto the seat next to him. We both watched as Hannah came back with a few dirty dishes, put them into a plastic tub. Turnin
