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ponytail. She ducked her head in an effort to unhook it but only managed to trap her arm inside the area that her head occupied.
    “Hold on.” Christopher stood and detached the lock of hair wedged into the hook of the strap and lifted the bag over her head. “If you’re not careful, one of these days you might decapitate yourself.”
    She blushed. God, she was such an idiot . She set the bag on the floor and slid into the chair. “Thanks.”
    “My pleasure. It’s not every day I get to help a damsel in distress.”
    Imbecile in distress, more like it.
    “You must have had a lot of practice.”
    He cocked a brow at her.
    Her face heated when she realized the womanizing implications of her comment. “I mean, you probably get to help women…because you’re good-looking and women like strong men to help lift heavy things, and…” Could she be any more of a doofus? “And I’m going to stop talking now.”
    He tapped the side of his paper cup. “So, you think I’m good-looking?”
    “Well, um…” She glanced at the wall to the left of his head, unable to meet his gaze. “Yes.”
    An arrogant grin spread across his face.
    “What?” she said.
    He shrugged. “Just thought you never noticed me.”
    “We work together. How would I not notice you?” She sipped her mocha and looked around the coffee shop. Silence stretched between them. When it became too uncomfortable to bear, she cleared her throat. “I’m surprised you notice anything with all those women hanging around.”
    “What women?”
    She looked at him, her mouth dropping open in a silent duh.
    “You sound jealous.” He ran his finger around the rim of his plastic lid. “Are you?”
    Why did good-looking guys need every woman to fawn over them? She rolled her eyes and grunted an as if.
    Today was getting weirder and weirder, and in the back of her mind, she couldn’t help but wonder if her new “bound” situation was what drove this exchange with him. She and Christopher had spoken a few times in the break room and had worked together on photo shoots, but there had never been much beyond polite conversation. Why now did he seem overly attentive?
    Edwardo sidled up to the table and slid a piece of banana bread in front of her.
    She glanced at him and back to the gigantic slab of bread that had to have been half the loaf. “I didn’t order this.”
    He fisted a hand over his heart. “From me to you.”
    Faye glanced at Christopher. Amusement played across his face. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back in the chair, obviously entertained by her situation.
    “Thank you, but—”
    Edwardo’s finger smashed against her lips. “Sssshh, my sweet. This is a gift from my heart.”
    He gave Christopher a withering glare before spinning and resuming his position at the cash register.
    “I’m allergic to bananas.” She pointed to the bread. “Do you want it?”
    He stared at her, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He wanted to laugh, damn him. She could do absolutely nothing and still end up looking like a fool.
    “Fine.” She scooped the bread up and pushed out her chair. She knew herself too well. Best to throw it away now before she began picking at it out of nervousness and swelled up with giant welts. “If you don’t want it.”
    Christopher plucked the bread off the napkin and shoved half of it in his mouth before she could stand. He chewed slowly. She set the napkin in front of him and rubbed her hands on her pants. What was with men today? Had everybody taken a crazy pill?
    Christopher licked each finger and it was all Faye could do not to shamelessly stare. She shifted in her chair, her gaze darting around the coffee shop. She noticed Vern staring at her through the window from across the street. That creepy smile of his lingered on his lips. Was all this attention what he meant by benefits ?
    Wanting nothing more than to get as far from Satan’s Little Helper as possible, she looked back at Christopher.