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Whatever sacrifices he had to make, moving to Boston had been the right choice.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

“So who’s the woman?” Connor asked later that afternoon.

“Huh?” Luke asked, piling a shitload of pineapple grilled chicken, brown rice, and roasted vegetables onto his plate. He was fucking starving today.

“Tanner said you’re seeing someone?”

Luke tipped his head back and stared at the ceiling. “I’m gonna fucking kill him,” he muttered.

Connor snickered. “I take it that’s a no?”

“Jesus Christ, you people are nosy. No, I’m not seeing anyone. It was a hookup. It meant nothing. Don’t even know if it’ll happen again.”

He’d seen the earlier message from Sebastian and ignored it.

Things were getting … weird.

He didn’t like the way his job and his personal life were starting to overlap. The day with Harper had been one thing. But now he and Sebastian were kissing and having sex.

Sebastian had been to his fuckinghouse.

Luke had let shit slip about his tattoos and his family and Sebastian had made that fucking comment about seeing Luke’s house during the daytime … yeah, no. This was bad. This was really fucking bad. Luke needed to put the brakes on before it got out of control.

Before Sebastian started thinking things were going to turn into something else. Somethingmore.

“Hey, Sebastian?” Morgan poked her head into the back room. “There’s someone here for you?”

Sebastian’s thoughts immediately flew to Crawford and he made a face, wondering why in the hell it had ever crossed his mind.

There was no way inhellCrawford would ever show up here looking for him in broad daylight while the shop was open.

And why would Sebastian want him to?

“Sorry?” Morgan said, probably incorrectly thinking he was upset at her for interrupting his work.

“No, no, it’s fine.” He stood and took off his apron. The centerpieces for a small fiftieth birthday party could wait. “I’ll be right out.”

When he reached the front of the shop a few minutes later, he spotted a woman with strawberry blonde hair inspecting the pre-made arrangements in the cooler.

He cleared his throat.

“Ma’am? I’m Sebastian Breckon, the owner of the shop. Morgan said you wanted to speak to me?”

She turned, a bright smile lighting her face and crinkling the corners of her eyes. “Oh, yes. But please, call me Catherine.”

“Catherine,” he repeated because she was looking at him like he should recognize her or something.

She let out a soft laugh. “And I just realized you probably have no idea who I am.”

“I’m sorry, no.” Was he supposed to?Shit.

He wracked his brain. The name Catherine rang a vague bell in his head but she didn’t look familiar. He couldn’t quite pin down her age but all of the recent female job applicants had been around his age and this woman was older than that.

“I’m Catherine O’Shea.” She opened her mouth like she was going to continue.

“O’Shea. You’reConnor’smother,” he said, finally putting the pieces together.