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least, I assumed the woman was his mother, because she was definitely older than him, and she’d slammed him for dropping the f-bomb in front of her.
    Not that my own mom would have cared. My mom had been using every inappropriate word in the English language for as long as I could remember.
    “What do you recommend, Indie?” the woman asked, glancing at me before dropping her eyes back to the menu.
    “Um, well,” I said, faltering. How did the cop’s mom know my name? Had he told his mom about me?
    “She read your name tag. Don’t get your hopes up.” Officer Taylor nodded at my chest.
    Warmth rushed into my cheeks as I skimmed my fingers across the badge pinned on the right side of my shirt. Name tag, duh. Stupid overactive imagination. Of course he hadn’t told his mom about me. He probably hated me.
    The silly disappointment I felt was short-lived, lasting only until his snarky comment hit home.
    “Well, the beef brisket is a customer favorite, but I’d recommend the ribs. I mean, everyone loves a pig, right?” I cocked my head to the side, pleased with my joke.
    The cop’s lady friend choked on the swig of beer she had taken. She raised her hand and patted her chest.
    “You okay, Mom?” he asked, clapping her on the back.
    Aha! She
was
his mom. I knew it.
    Taylor’s mom nodded. “Went down the wrong pipe,” she squeaked out before coughing again.
    “Should I give you another minute?” I asked. I wanted to slink away. I shouldn’t have said that in front of his mother. I wasn’t a confrontational person. What was it about him that brought out that side of me?
    “No, no. We’re ready,” she said and coughed one last time to clear her throat. “I’ll take the ribs.” She winked at me, then bit her lip to keep a smile away.
    The cop’s mom was pure awesome.
    “And for you?” I coughed my own smile away as I lifted my chin and focused my attention on the officer.
    “I’ll have the same thing. I love pigs.” He held out his menu, a smug smile spreading across his face. “With fries, please.”
    “Oh, good lord, Jason,” his mom hissed, emphasizing her annoyance with an eye roll.
    Jason. Officer Jackweed had a first name.
    “Touché.” I nodded as I plucked the menu from his hands, spinning away toward the safety of my computer. If I didn’t know better, I’d think the cop was flirting with me.
    It took every ounce of willpower I had not to look over at Jason. Thanks to his mom, I now knew the name of the infuriating, hot, jerky, muscular, arrogant, sexy man I hadn’t been able to get out of my head since I saw him at my brother’s game.
    “Indie!”
    My head snapped up, breaking me out of the fog of thoughts I’d disguised while inputting the dinner order. How long had Kristen, a server who went by her initials, KK, been calling me?
    “Yeah. Sorry. What?” I couldn’t get the right word out.
    Get it together, girl. Stop thinking of Jason’s buff forearms.
    “Did you make that Bloody Mary for table thirty-three?” KK asked.
    “Table thirty-three?” I glanced at Jason, whose eyes caught mine, then shook my head and looked at the tiny printer on the end of the bar, buzzing as it spewed orders the servers had punched in from the dining room computer.
    Damn. Bloody Mary for table thirty-three. Four ales, two reds, and a Weizen for various other tables.
    Time to get my head back in the game, especially since the printer wouldn’t stop. No looking at Jason until I had to check on how his meal tasted. Usually, I wasn’t easily thrown, especially by a guy.
    It’s because he’s new in town. That’s his intrigue. His mystery.
    The drink orders never slowed, and I turned my focus back to my customers at the bar and in the dining room. On busy nights, I usually had a second bartender helping with the madness, but Stacy had called in sick at the last minute and I hadn’t found a replacement. I couldn’t even be angry with her, since she was three months pregnant. I knew how fast