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sitting at an empty table wearing jeans and a grey t-shirt, a charcoal-and-red-checkered flannel shirt on top, unbuttoned like a jacket. His legs are stretched out in front of him, his dark work boots propped up on the leg of the table like he's relaxing in his own living room. He's holding a newspaper in front of him, seemingly focused on what he's reading, but when I look at him, he folds down the edge and meets my gaze. The edges of his mouth turn up in a smug smile before he flips the paper back up and goes back to reading.
    Opal leans over between customers and knowingly says, "Seems like that boy is looking for something."
    "I don't know what you're talking about." I turn around and ignore the look she gives me, busying myself with making a new pot of dark roast coffee, one of the special orders I get from Hawaii.
    "No?" Opal nudges me. "He's been sitting there for an hour."
    "Good for him."
    "Why don't you go over there and give him a muffin?" Opal suggests innocently, but I know better.
    "I'm busy working, in case you hadn't noticed."
    "I notice you're working up front behind the counter instead of in the back of the store." Opal counts change for a customer and hands her a box of baked goods. "Have a nice day, honey."
    I turn around, ready to wait on the next customer and ignore Opal, but there are no more customers in line. When I glance over at Caveman again, he's behind his newspaper. As much as I’m irritated that he’s here again, when I look at him I can still feel his lips on mine, and my breath quickens the same way it did when he stormed in here and kissed me.

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    Killian
    " W hat are you doing here ?"
    I look over the edge of my newspaper when I hear her voice. "Enjoying a relaxing morning with a newspaper and a cup of coffee. You?"
    She narrows her blue-grey eyes and her nostrils flare again. I think that might be the most seductive expression I've ever seen on a woman. Or I'm just hard up and it's been too long since I've gotten laid. Probably the latter. "I'm working. At my job. I know you're not here because you like the coffee."
    I fold the newspaper and lay it on the table. "You really shouldn't sell yourself short. Your coffee is good.”
    Lily raises one eyebrow and crosses her arms over her chest. “ That is not my coffee,” she says, eyeballing the tall glass on the table.
    “It’s your brew. I just doctored it up my way.”
    “Don’t you have someplace to be?” she asks. “Other than here, I mean?”
    “Nope.” I decide to push my luck. I don’t know why this girl makes me want to push my luck with her but there you have it. “Besides, I like the scenery here.”
    My eyes stay fixed on her as a faint tinge of pink rises to her cheeks. “Do you usually stalk girls you kiss?”
    “That was hardly a kiss.”
    She coughs out a laugh. “I guess our definitions of that word are totally different.”
    “I can show you what a real kiss is, if you'd like." I'm joking, just egging her on, except with the way she looks standing here in front of me with her lush lips slightly parted, there's nothing more I'd like to do right now than feel those sweet lips on mine again.
    She raises her eyebrows. “You’re so generous.”
    “What can I say? I’m a giver.”
    “You’re something,” she agrees, tossing me a look over her shoulder as she walks back toward the front counter. I watch her walk away, although w alk away isn’t the right term for it. She practically sashays, her hips swing seductively as she takes long strides. I’m far too fixated on the way her ass looks in those jeans for my own good.
    Cupcakes and Cappuccinos is comfortable, a decent place to have a cup of coffee and read the newspaper. That was what I told myself when I got into the truck this morning and drove thirty minutes into town for a cup of coffee. Total bullshit, of course. The view of her walking away just now made it worth the drive.
    I open the newspaper back up to the sports section, because if I stare at