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which I’d later use as a
template on Photoshop for the card’s background. I’d then print
it on high quality paper for texture, and it would be unique. I got
lost in the repetitive motion of the weave and hardly noticed when
the bell on the door jingled. I looked up, just as Hunter walked in
the door, holding two steaming cups of coffee.
    “I couldn’t
remember how you took your coffee. This one is black, this one has
cream. I’ve got some sugars in my back pocket.” He gestured with
his chin to the back of his tight pants. He did have a great ass, but
no matter how hot he was, there was no way I was going to reach into
his back pocket. “Happy Grand Opening,” he said with a smile.
    “Soft opening,” I
corrected. “I still have a bunch of things to put out,” I said,
gesturing to all of the unpacked boxes behind me. “Thanks for the
coffee. I have this invite I need to work on, and I didn’t make any
this morning.” I stood up and took the coffee with cream. I took a
long sip and closed my eyes, breathing in my favorite smell and
gathering myself. Just what I needed—to get the day started, with him coming in. I didn’t want to show him he had any effect
on me, especially since he clearly had a girlfriend.
    “The store looks
fantastic. I actually need a card for my mom. It’s her birthday.”
Hunter walked towards the card section. I had a few of those whirly
round card displays, and I’d made it up a few days before, but
there were still a few cards I hadn’t put out. I thought about Mrs.
Morgan and her style and knew the card that would be just right for
her. I looked through one of the partially unpacked boxes until I
found what I needed. “How about this one?” I asked. On the card’s
cover was a bouquet of flowers, hand painted by a local artist.
    Hunter walked closer.
“Perfect,” he said, his eyes on me instead of the card. I felt
myself blushing, so I quickly walked back to the cash register. “I
feel silly charging you. Do you need a bag?” He shook his head no,
and took the card from my hand. His fingers gently touched the side
of my hand. The familiar charge of electricity ran through my
fingers. His phone rang. He looked at the ID and said he had to get
it and that he’d be right back.
    He left and stood
outside the door, pacing back and forth. He frowned in the way he
always did when he was stressed but I couldn’t hear what he was
saying. I wondered who he was talking to. Maybe someone at work? Just
as my curiosity was waning, his voice tripled in volume. He wasn’t
yelling, not quite, but I could hear the intensity in his tone. I
couldn’t make out everything, but I heard him say that “he’d
get it,” and “he wouldn’t be late.” If he hadn’t been so
loud, I’d still think it was something related to some property,
but who talks like that to colleagues?
    He walked back in and
his eyes looked tense, angry and a bit wary. He obviously still had
the call on his mind, but just as I was about to ask him what was
wrong, he came around the counter and stood close behind me. “What’s
that?” He pointed toward the invites and the complicated weave I
had only half finished. His hot breath tickled the back of my neck. I
could also feel the edge of his hip pressing lightly into my lower
back. Despite myself, I couldn’t help but remember all of those
great nights we had together in high school, when he was pressed up
behind me just like this.
    I slowly turned toward
him. Our faces were so close that our noses almost touched. Why was
he flirting with me, since he obviously was with Jennifer? To break
the tension, I handed him the work I’d done on the shower
invitation, placing it between us to give me some space. I was
relieved when he stepped back. He might be damn attractive, and
thoughtful by bringing me coffee, but I didn’t want him back in my
life in that way.
    “You have a great
eye,” he said holding the pattern up to the light. I ducked my head
down in