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Albert, the contract is ironclad.”
    For a second Faye thought she saw flames dance behind the dark gray tint of his shades. She watched him walk down the block and turn the corner. A breath she’d been holding rushed from her body. Had she really just had an encounter with a badass from Hell? Or worse, was she really bound to the Devil? Of course she was. That’s how her life went. One simple act of rebellion and she landed on the V.I.P. list of eternal damnation.
    A man behind her cleared his throat, drawing her back to the present. She closed the gap in the line and stepped inside the coffee shop. Large rattan ceiling fans circulated a welcome cloud of cooled air. Every table appeared filled. She pulled off her sunglasses and let her eyes adjust to the shadowed interior, but didn’t see Christopher. No matter, she’d stand next to the door and wait for him.
    Finally it was her turn. “Sixteen ounce mocha with whip.”
    The Italian-looking guy behind the counter smiled at her. She’d been in here enough to know his name was Edwardo and he was an aspiring actor.
    “Something hot and sweet for someone who is hot and sweet.” He winked at her.
    Her eyes widened. “Excuse me?”
    Never once had Edwardo acknowledged her existence. As a matter of fact, he usually forgot to post her order. She’d stand there, waiting while the people behind her got their orders. Now that she thought about it, the only reason she came back to this place was because the location was convenient. Their coffee wasn’t even that good.
    He slid a twenty-ounce cup toward her and made a little kissing gesture with his mouth. “On the house.”
    What the heck? Fast service and free? Maybe it was a ploy to get her to buy a bigger size. The old bait and switch. Though to be honest, Edwardo didn’t seem clever enough, or the type to care about his employer’s profits.
    She opened her wallet. “Thank you, but I can pay.”
    He leaned on the counter and covered her fumbling hand with his. She froze. Her eyes slowly tracked upward.
    “Never, while I’m working.”
    As politely as possible, she extricated her hand and wallet from his grip. “Well, thank you. That’s very kind.”
    “Perhaps we could have dinner sometime. Say…tonight?”
    “Sorry.” Double what the heck? “I have plans.”
    His voice became more insistent. “Then tomorrow night?”
    Was this some kind of joke? She glanced at the workers behind the counter, but they all seemed focused on their duties. Though Edwardo was good looking, she couldn’t picture herself with him. She wanted somebody with more substance—and brains, someone who didn’t use so much hair goo and cologne. She stopped her rambling thoughts. No, that wasn’t the reason she’d turned down his dinner date. Plain and simple, the way he looked at her creeped her out. Even with her limited experience with men, something about Edwardo felt wrong.
    “Faye?”
    She looked to the left, relief washing through her. “Christopher.”
    He waved to her from one of the tables, as handsome as ever. She gave Edwardo a sheepish smile, picked up her coffee, and walked to Christopher’s table.
    Because of his job as Pierre’s photographer, she knew he traveled a lot, usually to exotic locations. His perfect smile flashed against his bronzed skin and showed those dimples that made her weak in the knees. He had the kind of hair that looked messy on purpose. It was the perfect blend of golden brown and light blond.
    “Morning,” she said.
    “Hi.” He stood and pulled out a chair, smiling as if he was really happy to see her. “Have a seat.”
    Even though she knew he dated women more like Whitney, Faye couldn’t stop her heart from fluttering. She checked her watch again. “What time is the car supposed to be here?”
    He patted the table. “We have plenty of time. Have a seat and enjoy the cool air.”
    “Oh, all right.” Faye tried to lift off her bazillion pound messenger bag, but the strap caught on her