She waited on several regulars. Jewel had placed a steaming cup of coffee at table eight, but the liquid was beginning to grow cold and so were her nerves.

He's not coming back.

She shook her head, fighting tears, and made the rounds hoping she was wrong.

"Holding my table?" Goosebumps rose on her arms and she took a deep breath of relief before glancing over her shoulder. Matt stood with a sexy grin, admiring her ass, and causing her to blush. Just before giving him a ...