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“Go on” She nudged my shoulder “You’re back on the clock”

I took a deep breath and willed myself to move

I started to head for his table, then realized I was supposed to bring water for each custo breath, I approached him

He was looking down at his phone when I tripped on so What caht myself, tried desperately to hold onto the water, but instead, I stuainst his table

Solass leapt frolass as it rolled over the edge of the tabletop, so at least there weren’t any broken shards to deal with

My kneeling position ht at the bulge in the front of Leo’s worn jeans The very large bulge Sadly, after that performance, there was no chance he’d ever show any interest in me

I slowly forcedhiet physical I had no doubt he could snap me in two

He didn’t look angry, though He looked… amused?

“I’et a towel to wipe up the e to do more than rise to my feet Even then, I had to hold onto the table becauseso hard

“You’re new here,” Leo said

“I… I aleaet a towel”

I scurried away feeling like a ry cat

When I calanced at the other side of the booth tohad splashed on it “The other side is dry if you’d like to sit dohile I clean this up”

He shook his head “I never put my back to a room”

I started to say he could take another table, then realized this one was in the corner He’d chosen it deliberately What had he done before reopening Devilish Ink? It couldn’t have been back in business for more than two years

I’d read enough mysteries and thrillers to know cops like to keep their backs to the wall, but Leo didn’t look like a cop He looked dangerous, like he ht command a troop of mercenaries Maybe he was an assassin