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“Probably. But it's also a fun one.” I shoot her a smile before hopping out. I dodge around the side of the building and locate the employee entrance. The door is cracked open, and a mouth-watering aroma filters into the alley.

I peek through the opening, feeling like a professional spy.

Everyone is busy. The chef tosses food in frying pans, the servers run around with plates. Not a single soul looks up from their task as I slip inside.

There is an apron on the back of a chair and I snatch it up, wrapping it around my waist.

This was significantly easier than I thought it would be.

I scoop two plates off the dessert counter and scurry out of the kitchen.

Once I hit the dining area, I slow my pace. It has been a while since I’ve been a server, but it all flies back to me in a flash. It’s not that hard. All you have to do is be super kind, and a little flirtatious, and you’ll get great tips. And of course, remember the correct orders, which was never my strong suit.

I’m ten steps from their table. Caleb hasn’t seen me; he’d have to take his eyes off Miss America for that.

Caleb says something to the woman, and she purses her lips, leaning back in her seat with disinterest.

“Did I tell you how well you wear that color?” Caleb asks in his most sultry voice.

He’s got a point. Few people can pull off that shade of vibrant purple, but how dare he compliment her when I’m standing right here!

“Someone ordered dessert?” I drop the two plates on the table in between the home wrecker and the cheater.

The home wrecker glares at the piece of chocolate cake like it could kill her. The cheater looks like he just swallowed an olive. But I don’t feel like jumping in to give him the Heimlich.

“These aren’t ours.” The woman waves her hand at them, frantically trying to shoo them away like the calories will stick to her if she just looks at them.

“They are now.” I smile sweetly at her, then lower my voice. “There’s no need to worry about the carbs going to your waist. It’s just a myth.”

The woman gapes at me. Then I turn my attention tomyboyfriend. “This looks like a man who would encourage a lady to eat what pleases her. Am I right?”

Caleb takes a breath, placing a smile on his face. But I know him well enough to read the emotion beneath. He’s fuming.

He’s so sexy when he’s mad.

“I believe a lady can make her own decisions.” He gazes adoringly at the woman, and then his tantalizing green eyes shift to me. “A lady should be confident enough with herself that she doesn’t do something she’d regret.”

He’s callingmeout right now? He’s the one wearing his most expensive suit to schmooze a woman who's at least ten years older than him.

Hmm. The binoculars didn’t pick up on that one.

Crap. He’s working. Well, good thing I didn’t bring any unnecessary attention to myself.

I turn a fake smile back at the lady. “My mistake, ma’am. When they said to take this to the beautiful lady in the back, I just assumed that was you. Clearly, I was wrong.”

That sounded nicer in my head.

The woman gasps and shoots to her feet.

She’s a lot taller than the binoculars let on as well.

“I mean, you’re not ugly or anything it’s just—”

“There she is!” A high-pitched voice breaks through the dining room and everyone turns toward the sound of the young server. “That’s the woman who snuck in the back!”

I swallow. She could be referring to anyone.

“And stole my apron.”