He was gorgeous. My local coffee shop had never been so busy; every table taken with love-struck girls… all thinking the same. Not that the new barista appeared to notice.
Reluctantly, I returned my attention to my laptop. My ‘mafia-themed’ novel wouldn’t write itself. An hour, two latte’s, three paragraphs and countless ‘starry-eyed’ glances at the coffee counter later… I gave up. My concentration was defeated by distraction.
“I’m on my break.”
I gazed up into the softest brown eyes, flecked with gold. Every head spun in my direction.
“May I join you?”
It was an offer I couldn’t refuse…