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CHAPTER THREE DIESEL Two weeks have passed since Rowan moved back, and as much as I try, I can’t seem to get her off my mind. It’s nearly impossible, especially when she’s working at the Circle B Saloon nearly every night. Hanging out at that bar is one of my favorite pastimes, and knowing I’ll see her has me putting on cologne and taking showers twice a day. When I get off work, I just want to have a beer and relax, but now, I’m changing into nice clothes as if I’m going on a date. “Dress to impress” is one of my mama’s favorite sayings. After work, I do exactly that, then sit at the bar for hours. I was actually kind of disappointed when I arrived and didn’t see Rowan there. Apparently, she had the night off, or at least that’s what Kenzie told me after giving me s**t for asking. They