Joe had hired her reluctantly. Of course, he was also pissed that she wouldn’t sleep with him. Just because he was sexy as hell and all of the other women swooned over him, he didn’t seem to understand she wasn’t interested. She couldn’t be bought, and Bethany believed there was more to a relationship than sex and big muscles.

This man though, there was something about him with his messy brown hair, and were his eyes gray?

He helped her to her feet.

“Bethany,” she said, holding her hand out.

“Caleb.”

He was large in every single direction. Muscular too. The clothes he wore hugged his body, showing off the definition of his thick arms and chest. The man had clearly been working before he came to the diner.

“How about I get you a coffee? My treat as a thank you?” She took the tray from him. For some odd reason, she had this desire to feed him.

“We’d love that. How long have you been in town, Bethany?” one of his friends asked.

She glanced over his shoulder to smile at the table. “A couple of weeks. Really not long. Thank you again. I better serve this food. I’ll be right back though with coffee and I’ll get your order.”

She took the food over to table six then headed back to the booth. As she walked past the counter, Joe grabbed her arm.

“I want those men out of my diner,” he said.

“What men?”

“Those men. The ones you’re being really nice to. I saw how clumsy you were.”

“Er, I want to buy them a coffee.”

“I don’t care what you want to do. It’s not happening. Get them out.”

“Oh,” she said.

Joe glared at her and something flashed in his eyes that unnerved her. Her boss scared her. There was always something in the way he watched her, as if he expected her to do something.

Always confusing.

He made her feel guilty just doing her job. This town was lovely for the most part, and this was the only job she could get on short notice.

She entered the kitchen where Ronnie, a real sweetheart of a man, was serving up more burgers.

“What’s the matter, darlin’?” he asked.

“Joe wants me to kick some customers out. Should I be the one to do that?”

Ronnie sighed. “Probably not, but you know Joe. He’ll make your life a misery until he gets what he wants.”

“Yeah, how could I forget.” Either way, she grabbed four travel mugs to go, filled them with coffee, and even packed them all a muffin each. She’d baked them. Ronnie had said she had a gift. While she didn’t think of herself as overly talented in the kitchen, she loved to cook. It had been a passion of hers for longer than she could remember.