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man was, in full view without the counter blocking an inch of real estate.
He almost kicked himself for vocalizing how he felt about the design. He did like it and was upset when Cam stirred it away. That quickly, the heart and whatever it may or may not have represented was gone.
Hunter finished his coffee and cookie and tried to wrap up the last of the case file he was working on. He looked at his watch and sighed, remembering his afternoon appointment. He glanced over and saw Cam walk to the corner where the coffee machine was stationed.
Hunter could talk his way out of just about any situation, but here he was, staring at a guy who drove him out of control and gave off all kinds of mixed signals. He took a deep breath then exhaled, not knowing what to do for the first time in his life. He wasn't the kind of guy to give up, especially when he wanted something so intensely.
His phone chirped on the table…a text message from Jessie reminding him of his appointment.
He packed up the files, dumped his garbage, and was on his way to exit the diner.
"Hunter, wait a second," he heard Cam say.
Damn, there was something about hearing Cam call his name that tightened his chest. He turned and saw Cam standing there holding a lidded plastic coffee cup.
"Yours was probably cold by the time you drank it so here's one to-go."
Hunter smiled. He didn't dare hope this meant anything more than someone just giving him a cup of coffee to-go.
"Thanks," he said, taking the cup.
"See you tomorrow," Cam said, then walked away without waiting for a response.
Hunter strolled the block to his office and thought about Cam. Those crystal blue eyes contrasted boldly against his dark, sandy brown hair and light skin. He wasn't thin, but for some reason, his jeans slung low on his hips and his shirts seemed a little looser than those worn by guys his age.
His age. Hunter didn't want to think about that.
He finally arrived at the office and dropped his bag on the couch. With a full schedule for the afternoon, he had to get his brain in gear.
He settled in his chair and popped the lid off the cup.
Hunter couldn't help the smile that formed on his face once he saw the heart design floating on the surface of the coffee.
Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough.
Cameron was on auto-pilot. Thankfully, he'd received endless latte orders to keep him busy, trying new designs and perfecting them. So far, he was able to complete heart and rosette patterns. He'd even found it was easy to mix them together for a Christmas tree-like design with a heart tree topper.
Bill or Lucy would inform him of a new order, he'd take a peek at the patron—girls got hearts, guys got the leafy rosette. No need to piss off some dude with a heart design. And the rude assholes, the ones who wouldn't have the courtesy to hang up their fucking phones when placing their orders with Bill or the ones who acted as if Lucy owed them something for coming in, fuck 'em, no design for them.
Pissed didn't begin to sum up how he felt.
Where the hell was Hunter, and why hadn't he come into the diner for the last few days? He'd been thinking endlessly about the man, and it was driving him to the brink of insanity. He could probably manage a day, maybe even two without seeing him. But he obviously couldn't seem to handle three days plus a weekend. He didn't even know if the man was gay. He was so frustrated he'd barely spoken a word since arriving at the diner. Lucy and Bill kept circling him to check up on him and that, too, was driving him crazy. They meant well, but the fucking hard-on in his pants wasn't letting him form a cordial sentence all damn day. Cam just needed to see Hunter. Maybe that would somehow settle him. He'd find some way to figure out if the man was gay or not. Maybe he'd just make a fucking latte penis in his coffee and see if that design perked his interest.
"Sweetie, you want to take a break?" Lucy asked carefully. "You've been working all
He almost kicked himself for vocalizing how he felt about the design. He did like it and was upset when Cam stirred it away. That quickly, the heart and whatever it may or may not have represented was gone.
Hunter finished his coffee and cookie and tried to wrap up the last of the case file he was working on. He looked at his watch and sighed, remembering his afternoon appointment. He glanced over and saw Cam walk to the corner where the coffee machine was stationed.
Hunter could talk his way out of just about any situation, but here he was, staring at a guy who drove him out of control and gave off all kinds of mixed signals. He took a deep breath then exhaled, not knowing what to do for the first time in his life. He wasn't the kind of guy to give up, especially when he wanted something so intensely.
His phone chirped on the table…a text message from Jessie reminding him of his appointment.
He packed up the files, dumped his garbage, and was on his way to exit the diner.
"Hunter, wait a second," he heard Cam say.
Damn, there was something about hearing Cam call his name that tightened his chest. He turned and saw Cam standing there holding a lidded plastic coffee cup.
"Yours was probably cold by the time you drank it so here's one to-go."
Hunter smiled. He didn't dare hope this meant anything more than someone just giving him a cup of coffee to-go.
"Thanks," he said, taking the cup.
"See you tomorrow," Cam said, then walked away without waiting for a response.
Hunter strolled the block to his office and thought about Cam. Those crystal blue eyes contrasted boldly against his dark, sandy brown hair and light skin. He wasn't thin, but for some reason, his jeans slung low on his hips and his shirts seemed a little looser than those worn by guys his age.
His age. Hunter didn't want to think about that.
He finally arrived at the office and dropped his bag on the couch. With a full schedule for the afternoon, he had to get his brain in gear.
He settled in his chair and popped the lid off the cup.
Hunter couldn't help the smile that formed on his face once he saw the heart design floating on the surface of the coffee.
Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough.
Cameron was on auto-pilot. Thankfully, he'd received endless latte orders to keep him busy, trying new designs and perfecting them. So far, he was able to complete heart and rosette patterns. He'd even found it was easy to mix them together for a Christmas tree-like design with a heart tree topper.
Bill or Lucy would inform him of a new order, he'd take a peek at the patron—girls got hearts, guys got the leafy rosette. No need to piss off some dude with a heart design. And the rude assholes, the ones who wouldn't have the courtesy to hang up their fucking phones when placing their orders with Bill or the ones who acted as if Lucy owed them something for coming in, fuck 'em, no design for them.
Pissed didn't begin to sum up how he felt.
Where the hell was Hunter, and why hadn't he come into the diner for the last few days? He'd been thinking endlessly about the man, and it was driving him to the brink of insanity. He could probably manage a day, maybe even two without seeing him. But he obviously couldn't seem to handle three days plus a weekend. He didn't even know if the man was gay. He was so frustrated he'd barely spoken a word since arriving at the diner. Lucy and Bill kept circling him to check up on him and that, too, was driving him crazy. They meant well, but the fucking hard-on in his pants wasn't letting him form a cordial sentence all damn day. Cam just needed to see Hunter. Maybe that would somehow settle him. He'd find some way to figure out if the man was gay or not. Maybe he'd just make a fucking latte penis in his coffee and see if that design perked his interest.
"Sweetie, you want to take a break?" Lucy asked carefully. "You've been working all
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