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“It looks like you’re out”

She waved her hand “I was just getting the next batch on when you spoke up Won’t take more than a few minutes”

She was positive he’d turn her down Everything about him screa for things to happen So she was surprised when he shrugged and reached toward the back pocket of his jeans for his wallet

“Sure Why not”

Again with the accent “For here or to go?”

He glanced around the quiet bakery The tables were all open except for the one occupied by Mr Di Pasqua He must have realized he’d have his pick of seats because he flipped open his wallet and dug around for some cash “For here”

“Sugar or cream?”

“Cream”

She rang hie, and handed it over with a s it over in a minute Here’s your soda bread”

"Thanks"

This wo else He'd fantasized what kind of personality would be wrapped in that oh-so-sexy package, but those fantasies hadn't prepared hi for inforht to know, she'd somehow convinced hi that cut through his a, antiquehis ass as he walked away Instant hard-on

Yeah, he definitely hadn't planned for that either

He shifted uncoive a polite sentlerinned back, shaking his head a little before returning to his pastry The thing looked freaking delicious Like a croissant with so that probably went perfectly with the black coffee the guy was guzzling down

His stootten to eat dinner like he'd hoped Oh, he could have, but so and ignore the hunger pangs A good reminder that he was still alive Quite a statement to make on All Soul's Day

He pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to his father Stopping for breakfast On the road soon