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    “Dark, thick, confident. Arabica beans.” I pause for effect and Elle licks her lips, a dreamy smile still on her face. “The first sip tempts the tongue and brings the urge to roll the steamy liquid goodness around to make it last. Yet you can’t slow it down, can’t stop yourself…because you know what comes next. The unmistakable taste of dark chocolate. It coats the hint of sour and brings you deep into rich flavor. Flavor that makes you close your eyes and picture the Tuscan hills, grasses off in the distance swaying in the breeze.”
    Elle’s eyes are still closed as she speaks, a huge grin on her face. “Mmmm…I think I can actually taste it a little. Tell me more. Tell me about the third one.” She sounds like a little girl waiting anxiously for her mom to continue her bedtime story and I can’t help but giggle.
    I’m just about to dive into my description of my Caramel Frappuccino when a deep voice interrupts my thoughts. “Yeah, tell us more. Tell us how much you like the steamy liquid goodness, Liv.” Vinny. His voice snaps me back to reality and I turn, finding him leaning casually in the doorway, one eyebrow cocked and a dirty grin on his ridiculously perfect face.
    “Vinny, where have you been hiding this one? I think she might be my new best friend.” Standing, Elle smiles at me and waits for Vinny to respond.
    “I don’t know where she’s been. But I’m hoping to make up for lost time.” Vinny looks at me, his playful smile gone, replaced by what could almost pass for sincerity on his face.
    Elle hugs me before leaving. “Here’s my number. Call me in three weeks.” She rubs her stomach. “This little guy is due to make an appearance in two. We, my new friend, are going for coffee.” She smiles and heads toward the door, stopping before she exits. “I’m thinking we may need to go on a binge…hit up at least three or four shops.”
    Vinny laughs and makes his way to the table I’m still sitting at. “I see you met Elle.”
    “She’s great.”
    “Yeah, she is. I would’ve been out a long time ago if it wasn’t for her. She gets in the middle of me and my trainer...her husband, Nico. He’s a pain in the ass, but he’s the best trainer out there now that Preach retired.”
    “She seems like a fan of yours, too.” My words and smile are genuine. There was no mistaking that Elle seems to adore Vinny.
    Vinny smiles and pulls a chair over to where I’m sitting. He turns it backwards to sit, his forearms leaning on the top of the back of the chair as he straddles it. I’m instantly brought back to the library, oh so many years ago.
    “So what brings you back here, Liv?” A lopsided, knowing, cocky smile on his face. He knows exactly why I’m here.
    “It seems you had a little problem with Summer?” Arching my eyebrows, I wait for his explanation.
    “I didn’t want Daddy’s Little Princess writing a story about me. Thought someone I know would do a better job. Someone that has been writing since she could hold a pencil.”
    I can’t help but smile at Vinny’s assessment of Summer. Daddy’s little princess, so spot on. “She wasn’t a happy princess.”
    “I bet she wasn’t. Looked like it might have been the first time she was ever rejected.”
    Vinny looks at me and the smirk on his face fades away as our eyes meet. There’s an unmistakable intensity in his beautiful pale blue eyes, like looking into a calm ocean with a storm lurking dangerously under dark grey clouds in the distance. I break our gaze intentionally. The need to pull myself away is great, although the task is not easy.
    “Why, Vinny?” He looks at me, confused for a moment. “Why did you insist on me writing your article?”
    “Because I wanted to see you again.” His statement is spoken very matter a factly, without a hint of shame for interfering in my life.
    “You could have just called me.”
    “Would you have agreed to see me again?”
    Okay, so he has a point. I open my