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of them thinks it’s a real date.”
    â€œUm-hm.” Graham went into the back room to refill the amaretto syrup.
    As soon as he was gone, Lisa Marie took out a calculator that was under the counter. If she was going to meet four guys at the prom, she’d better look fabulous. How long was it going to take her to save up enough for that dress?
    She did the math quickly and sighed. She’d been working at Starbucks for three weeks now, and didn’t have quite half the money. And the prom was only three weeks away.
    â€œExcuse me,” a voice near the register said, clearing his throat for attention. “Am I wrong, or do you sell coffee here?”
    Lisa Marie looked up and saw Li’l D standing there, giving her his best I’m-hot-and-you’re-hot-so-what-are-we-waiting-for stare. His eyes were so deeply set, it was impossible not to be riveted by them.
    â€œHi. What can I get you?” Lisa Marie asked brightly.
    â€œMake it a tall mocha,” Li’l D said, staring at her intensely with his bad-boy grin. “I’ve got a sweet tooth tonight.”
    â€œOne tall mocha blended coffee.” Lisa Marie called it, just like she was supposed to. Only she didn’t call it out loudly, since Graham wasn’t there to hear. “It’ll just be a sec.”
    â€œHey, I’m ready whenever you are,” he said in his low, sexy voice.
    Lisa Marie laughed. Li’l D was so amazing—he just radiated self-assurance without strutting around like an asshole.
    Still, a girl had to keep her defenses up.
    â€œI’m guessing you’re always ready,” she said.
    Li’l D tilted his head at her. “Hey, I can play by whatever rules you want to make,” he said, sounding totally sincere.
    He eyed her with such an intense look, she immediately felt tongue-tied and didn’t know what to say. She stepped behind the coffee machine and started pouring the chocolate for his mocha.
    â€œSo what’s this music?” Li’l D nodded up at the speakers mounted in the ceiling.
    â€œJazz mix. Starbucks’s own blend,” Lisa Marie answered. “The CDs are right there on the counter if you want to buy one.”
    Li’l D shook his head with a slow, disapproving smile. “They should stick to coffee.”
    True, Lisa Marie thought. But as a loyal Starbucks partner, she wasn’t allowed to say so.
    She poured hot coffee into the chocolate milk and stirred. “So is it true what everyone says—that you’re getting a contract to record a CD?”
    â€œIt could happen,” Li’l D said with a slight shrug. Like he didn’t want to count his chickens, but there was a definite possibility. “I’ve been talking to some people. We’re working on it.”
    He’s the perfect guy, she thought. He had all the things she wanted. He wasn’t all macho and full of himself—just cool enough to get his message across with smack-down power. His music was loud/angry/in-your-face, but his personality was laid-back/sensitive/quiet. What could be better than a guy who was sexy and hot and on the edge, but at the same time seemed like he’d let someone in if it were the right person—the right girl?
    â€œYou want extra whip?” she asked him.
    â€œNo whip,” he said. “I forgot to say.”
    Lisa Marie heard him sort of humming while she finished making his drink. She wanted to look up, to see if he was watching her, but the espresso machine was so tall, she couldn’t see over it.
    Finally the coffee was ready. “One tall mocha blended coffee,” she called, trying to make it sound like something she’d created just for him.
    Li’l D’s eyes were laughing when he took it from her.
    â€œSo do you have to stay back there the whole time you’re at work?” he asked.
    â€œPretty much,” she said. “Except when the tables need to be wiped or the milk and