Spencer Hernandez is a kind-hearted firefighter in Haughville, Indiana. After working his long 24 hour shifts, he goes to diner where he spends time with her.
Between her gorgeous face and fast wit, Harper Kennedy is the woman of Spencer's dreams...
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I would never tell Declan, but I probably broke every driving law in Indiana to get to the diner. I kept looking down at my phone in the cupholder. The screen had remained black despite my telling her I was coming. My heart pounded in my ears as I tried to calm myself. What could've happened that required me to come to the diner right away? Was Harper safe? Dorothy? My stomach churned at the thought of anything bad happening to either of them.
When I arrived at the diner, I noticed the parking lot was empty save for fancy looking Ram truck parked haphazardly where I typically did.
I quickly got out of my car, rushing to the door and yanking it open. Inside, I immediately spotted Harper behind the counter, her arms crossed with an unimpressed expression. A man with a leather jacket and douchey haircut was sitting on a stool leaning toward her. He was the definition of a diner rat. He reached out to touch her, but she moved away. My blood boiled beneath my skin.
I advanced with purpose. "What's going on here?"
Diner Rat looked at me and waved his hand. "Get out of here. Diner's closed, and I'm having a talk with my girl."
My girl. The words only heightened my anger. They sounded foul out of his mouth.
"I'm not leaving." I stood my ground, digging my feet into the linoleum.
Harper looked at me, relieved. I liked that my presence brought a sense of calm to her.
Diner Rat stood up and faced me. At six foot one, I was tall. Diner Rat probably had another four inches on me. Under his leather coat was a stained muscle shirt that clung to a muscular physique.
He cracked his knuckles. "You leaving wasn't a suggestion."
"I never said I thought it was." I clenched and unclenched my fists, steeling myself for what I thought might turn into a fight. "Harper texted me. She asked me to come."
Diner Rat whipped his head, so he was looking at Harper. "Babe! Seriously?"
Harper's face contorted in disgust. "Don't call me babe."
Diner Rat suddenly didn't care about me. He turned his whole body to face Harper. He took a step toward the counter, and I took a step toward him. I didn't want him to get too close to her.
"Come on." Diner Rat shoved his hands in the pockets of his coat. "You're my babe. We've been hooking up for a while."
"Until I told you we weren't." Harper crossed her arms and lifted her chin a little higher.
"I never understood why you told me to stop coming around. We had something good, baby."
Harper rolled her eyes. "We had something mediocre to help pass the time."
Diner Rat scoffed. "I told you to stop worrying about all that stupid shit with your sister."My mouth dropped. How could he so casually brush off what was happening with Harper's sister? The end of their relationship was clear. "She's just another whore statistic," he added insult to injury.
