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She smiled. “Your break is over.”

“I’m coming.”

“Uh-huh.” The door shut.

Hazel sighed. “Duty calls.”

She pushed away from the wall, and we were closer now. Her face was tilted up toward mine and all I’d have to do was lean down.

One fucking move.

I could kiss her.

She’d let me, I knew she would. Hell, I was pretty sure she wanted me to.

“Good night, Bone.”

I blinked, frozen. “Night?”

She moved to the door and looked over her shoulder. “My break is over.”

“Didn’t say I was leaving.”

Her smile came back. “Then I guess I’ll see you inside.”

She opened the door; music poured into the alley, and then she was gone.

I stood there for a second and my eyes stayed on the closed door.

Fuck, I wanted her. There wasn’t any point pretending otherwise. I’d wanted women before. Plenty of them, so wanting Hazel shouldn’t have been any different.

I wanted Hazel, so I would have her. When I did, I’d finally get her out of my fucking system.

Chapter Thirteen

Hazel

By Monday night, I was officially out of things to unpack.

There were still two boxes shoved into the corner of the spare bedroom, but I’d decided those didn’t count. One was full of winter clothes, and considering it had been hotter than hell all day, I wasn’t touching anything involving sweaters.

The other was labeled MISC. That box could stay closed forever.

If I hadn’t needed anything inside it after almost two weeks, whatever was in there clearly wasn’t important.

I stood in the kitchen with my hands braced against the edge of the sink and looked around. Everything finally had a place.

Yesterday and today had been my first two days off since starting at Bing’s, and I’d spent most of them puttering around the house.

There really wasn’t another word for it. I’d moved things, then moved them again.

Hung pictures. Decided one was crooked. Fixed it, then decided it had looked better crooked.

Put a little table beside the front door. Moved the little table because I immediately started running into it every time I walked past.

I’d gone grocery shopping. Done laundry. Cleaned the bathroom even though I’d cleaned it four days ago.

I was officially becoming a homeowner. Apparently, it involved a lot of wiping things down.