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Chapter One

Maritza

“Welcome to Brentwood Pancake and Coffee I’reetwith the same old spiel This one, a raven-haired, honey-eyed Adonis, waited over seventy h I suppose in LA time that’s the blink of an eye

He doesn’t so e me

“Just you today?” I ask, eyeing the empty chair across from him The breakfast rush is about to end, and lucky for hiht now

He doesn’t answer, but maybe he doesn’t hear me?

“Coffee?” I ask another obvious question I mean, the diner is called Brentwood Pancake and Coffee for crying out loud Everyone comes here for the coffee and plate-sized pancakes, and it’s considered a Class-D felony to order anything else

Placing his ht side up on his saucer, he pushes it towardhis hand, he stops me when the cup is three-quarters of the way full A second later, he adds two creaar packet, but the way he id With intention

“Ma’a,” he says under his breath, his spoon clinking against the sides of the porcelainafter he stirs

“Excuse me?”

“You’re standing here watching ainst the ri his intense aaze in my direction “Isn’t there another table that needs you?”

His eyes are war

“You’re right There is” I clear , it wasn’t my intention, but this I’m-sexy-and-I-know-it asshole didn’t need to calla little distracted “I’ll be back to check on you in a minute, okay?”

With that, I leave him alone with his aze … and his broad shoulders … and his full lips … and I get back to work, stopping at table four to see if Mr and Mrs Carnavale need refills on their house blend decafs

By the ti breath and head back to Mr Tall, Dark, and Douche-y, forcing a smile on my face