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Authors: Rose Pressey
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Rory, in a way I felt as if we’d met before. He seemed easygoing and relaxed, the exact opposite of my ex-fiancé.
“ I own the café. I’m not normally this crazy person who knocks food out of my customers’ hands, and douses them with whipped toppings, I promise.”
“ Well, it was nice meeting you, Elly.”
“ You, too. I’d better get back to the kitchen.” I gestured with my thumb over my shoulder. “I’m getting some dirty looks. People get testy when they’re hungry and waiting for food. If you need anything else, please let Mary Jane know.”
“ You have a beautiful smile, by the way.” Tingling started at my feet and I swear it didn’t stop until it reached the top of my head. Honest to goodness.
He smiled in return and our gazes locked. My stomach fluttered. Before I could continue the conversation which, by the way, was going wonderfully compared to the earlier event, what’s-his-face stepped out from the kitchen.
Mary Jane tried to cut him off at the pass. I wasn’t the panicky type, but the knot in the pit of my stomach grew and I didn’t like it. Tom approached Mary Jane and they stood by the door, talking in a hushed tone. Her distraction tactic didn’t work on my elixir examiner though, because within a second he stood beside me. Too close, as if he had appointed himself my bodyguard. His musky scent invaded my space.
Tom studied Rory. The smile slid off Rory’s face. This situation was turning a dark corner quickly and I doubted I’d find the light switch in time to avoid the impending disaster. What if Rory thought something was going on between Tom and me? I didn’t want to ruin my chances with Rory. Not that I had a chance, especially after yesterday, but the fact that Rory had returned was a good sign. And he’d just complimented my smile. That equaled flirting in my book. Rory stared at Tom while finishing off his pie. By the expression on his face, he had a message for him: he wasn’t intimidated.
Tom studied Rory. The smile slid off Rory’s face. This situation was turning a dark corner quickly and I doubted I’d find the light switch in time to avoid the impending disaster.
Chapter Twelve
“ How’s everything going out here?” Tom draped his arm around my shoulders.
I wanted to knock him on the ground. I shimmied out from under his arm.
“ I think you have some customers waiting.” Tom winked at me.
He acted as if he owned the place. I was still the owner and I planned to keep it that way.
“ Everything is fine,” I said through gritted teeth.
“ Can I see you in the kitchen, Elly?” Tom asked.
“ I’m busy right now, Tom.” This didn’t look good in front of Rory, and the puzzled look on his face let me know as much.
“ Well, Elly, this is very important. Urgent, as a matter of fact.” He stiffened up, then eased the tension from his jaw as his mouth twisted into a smile.
What could possibly be so urgent? Unless the kitchen was on fire. Oh no. I turned to look at the kitchen. Whew. No smoke, it appeared to be safe.
“ I’ll be right back.” I held up my index finger.
“ Sure.” Rory flashed that perfect lop-sided grin of his as he lifted his coffee mug.
I stomped toward the kitchen with Tom following on my heels.
“ This had better be good for dragging me away from a customer.” I crossed my arms in front of my chest.
“ Is that him?” Tom motioned with a tilt of his head. “I can’t believe he came back after what you did.” He smirked.
“ I don’t think I need any commentary out of you.”
“ So answer my question, is it him?”
“ Yes, it is.”
“ And you said his name is Rory Covington?”
“ I never said anything. Were you eavesdropping on our conversation? You were, weren’t you?”
He ignored my question. “I’m going to need to talk with him.”
“ You aren’t going to tell him
“ I own the café. I’m not normally this crazy person who knocks food out of my customers’ hands, and douses them with whipped toppings, I promise.”
“ Well, it was nice meeting you, Elly.”
“ You, too. I’d better get back to the kitchen.” I gestured with my thumb over my shoulder. “I’m getting some dirty looks. People get testy when they’re hungry and waiting for food. If you need anything else, please let Mary Jane know.”
“ You have a beautiful smile, by the way.” Tingling started at my feet and I swear it didn’t stop until it reached the top of my head. Honest to goodness.
He smiled in return and our gazes locked. My stomach fluttered. Before I could continue the conversation which, by the way, was going wonderfully compared to the earlier event, what’s-his-face stepped out from the kitchen.
Mary Jane tried to cut him off at the pass. I wasn’t the panicky type, but the knot in the pit of my stomach grew and I didn’t like it. Tom approached Mary Jane and they stood by the door, talking in a hushed tone. Her distraction tactic didn’t work on my elixir examiner though, because within a second he stood beside me. Too close, as if he had appointed himself my bodyguard. His musky scent invaded my space.
Tom studied Rory. The smile slid off Rory’s face. This situation was turning a dark corner quickly and I doubted I’d find the light switch in time to avoid the impending disaster. What if Rory thought something was going on between Tom and me? I didn’t want to ruin my chances with Rory. Not that I had a chance, especially after yesterday, but the fact that Rory had returned was a good sign. And he’d just complimented my smile. That equaled flirting in my book. Rory stared at Tom while finishing off his pie. By the expression on his face, he had a message for him: he wasn’t intimidated.
Tom studied Rory. The smile slid off Rory’s face. This situation was turning a dark corner quickly and I doubted I’d find the light switch in time to avoid the impending disaster.
Chapter Twelve
“ How’s everything going out here?” Tom draped his arm around my shoulders.
I wanted to knock him on the ground. I shimmied out from under his arm.
“ I think you have some customers waiting.” Tom winked at me.
He acted as if he owned the place. I was still the owner and I planned to keep it that way.
“ Everything is fine,” I said through gritted teeth.
“ Can I see you in the kitchen, Elly?” Tom asked.
“ I’m busy right now, Tom.” This didn’t look good in front of Rory, and the puzzled look on his face let me know as much.
“ Well, Elly, this is very important. Urgent, as a matter of fact.” He stiffened up, then eased the tension from his jaw as his mouth twisted into a smile.
What could possibly be so urgent? Unless the kitchen was on fire. Oh no. I turned to look at the kitchen. Whew. No smoke, it appeared to be safe.
“ I’ll be right back.” I held up my index finger.
“ Sure.” Rory flashed that perfect lop-sided grin of his as he lifted his coffee mug.
I stomped toward the kitchen with Tom following on my heels.
“ This had better be good for dragging me away from a customer.” I crossed my arms in front of my chest.
“ Is that him?” Tom motioned with a tilt of his head. “I can’t believe he came back after what you did.” He smirked.
“ I don’t think I need any commentary out of you.”
“ So answer my question, is it him?”
“ Yes, it is.”
“ And you said his name is Rory Covington?”
“ I never said anything. Were you eavesdropping on our conversation? You were, weren’t you?”
He ignored my question. “I’m going to need to talk with him.”
“ You aren’t going to tell him
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