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Alyssa refused to be baited, Samantha came from the
kitchen to the drive-thru section. "Bet it would never have
happened if he hadn't had to rescue you."
    Oh for the
love of God. Alyssa closed her eyes and slowly counted
backwards from ten. Why did Samantha want to pick a fight? Why
Evan? Samantha could have her choice of men, why was she so
hellbent on the one man that was Alyssa's? Just as quick as the
question popped into her mind did the answer come rushing with it.
Because he was hers, and because he was one of the only men in
Portland that didn't want Samantha. It was going to be a long shift
with Samantha. Why did Jenny have to take the day off?
    "You know
Samantha, there's been an attraction between us since the first
night we met. It would have happened eventually."
    Samantha
didn't have a chance to voice her rebuttal, because the headset
dinged and the voice of the Ass man came over the headset. For one
of the first times since she'd began working at the coffee shop,
Alyssa was actually grateful to have him coming through the
drive-thru.
     
     
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    Alyssa spent
most her first couple of hours attempting to avoid Samantha, which
was difficult considering they were in such close proximity and
needed to work together. But just over two hours into her shift a
very familiar voice came over the drive-thru speaker, her most
recent ex-boyfriend and slime ball extraordinaire, Kevin.
    "Alyssa. Come
out I need to see you."
    "Kevin?"
    He didn't
reply but instead drove his car around to the front of the coffee
shop and hurried out. He stumbled a couple of times, but eventually
made it to the front door and knocked.
    Friday night
and stumbling out of his car meant one thing. He was drunk and a
drunk Kevin was a persistent and annoying one.
    "Damn, damn,
damn," Alyssa grumbled pulling off her headset. "Samantha, I'm
going on a break. I'll be right back."
    "Sure."
Samantha peeked her head out from the kitchen and glanced over to
the front of the store. She took notice of the tall, lanky,
blonde-haired man waiting for Alyssa, then turned back to her and
grinned. "More than one Alyssa?"
    Fuck! "No, it's not like that. He's an ex and he's drunk." Alyssa shook
her head and waved a dismissive hand at Samantha. "I'll be right
back."
    Samantha
nodded, her grin widening. "Sure."
    Rushing to the
door, Alyssa opened it up and slipped out locking it behind her.
Taking a quick glance over at the station and then inside the
restaurant where Samantha watched while pretending to work, she
grabbed his arm and pulled him around the corner of the building so
they were out of the line of view from prying eyes. She'd tell Evan
about Kevin stopping by later, but knowing Kevin when he was
drinking God only knew what he'd do or say so she preferred that
they be out of sight and listening range.
    "Thank God
you're okay!" Kevin pulled her tight into his arms, knocked the
wind out of her as his arms tightened around her torso.
    "I'm fine."
She pushed at his chest, but he refused to budge. She groaned
inwardly. "What are you doing here?"
    "I found out
about the fire. I was worried." He buried his face in her hair, his
mouth near her ear and the stench of beer drifted to her nose,
making her stomach turn.
    "Kevin
please." She pushed against him once more, trying to wiggle free.
"We haven't been together for a couple of months. Why now? And why
are you driving drunk?"
    He pulled back
slightly, his dazed blue eyes capturing hers. "I've missed you. I
didn't realize how much until I thought something may have happened
to you."
    Closing her
eyes briefly she attempted to calm her frazzled nerves. "You should
have thought about that before you fucked around on me Kevin."
    "I'm so sorry
about that Alyssa. Please. Let's try again."
    Alyssa's dark
eyes widened. Was he for real? What would even give him the idea
that she's even consider taking him back. She had a sinking
suspicion the reason may be inside the coffee shop. There was no
way Samantha would stoop