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“So I take it things went well with the curvy little chocolatier next door?”

“Don’t fucking talk about her curves,” I snapped, throwing a bar rag at him.

Fucker.

Buck just grinned and caught it with a knowing look on his face. He followed me into my office.

He sat down, playing with the rag while I hung up my keys and coat.

“Well?” I asked.

“Ah, that asshole won’t be back. He had a list of complaints half a mile long, but an uncle on the city council kept saving his job. Not anymore, though. Oh, and he’ll be eating through a straw for a couple of weeks, thanks to you and your little lady. Heard she packed a helluva punch.”

“Damn straight,” I growled, pride filling me.

“Um, we do still have a problem, though. We still don’t have a caterer, and the tasting is in two days.”

“Two days? Fuck.” When the fuck did that happen?”

“When you were pining your sorry ass over your girl,” Buck supplied.

I gave him the finger and rubbed a hand down my face, waving him out of the office. He left, his deep chuckle echoing in the room.

Dick.

He didn’t understand. He’d always had money, and yeah, I had a talent for making it, but this wasn’t about that.

I wanted my label to go big. I needed it to be a success. Whiskey Neat was the only thing I had ever done alone.

No one. Not even Buck had been asked to consult on flavors or distilling methods.

It was good. I knew that without conceit.

I stalked over to the window, pissed off and half a second from despairing.

Then I caught a whiff of dark, decadent cocoa powder mixed with cocoa butter, from conscientious sources, I reminded myself, and I grinned.

I had an idea. A good one.

I just hoped my sweet and sexy Delani didn’t turn me down.

CHAPTER TEN—DELANI

Iwas literally elbows deep in my work, mixing ganache for my signature Valentine’s Day truffles—I called them Cherry Bombs—when Sonny came into the back room.

I wasn’t expecting him until lunchtime, but I wasn’t complaining. Seeing him made my heart pound and my pulse race. He was so damn handsome, how could I not get carried away when I looked at him?

“Hey! You’re early,” I said.

I smiled, just taking in how handsome he looked in his sexy jeans hanging low on his hips. His white shirt was rolled up at the elbows, the top button undone. And his short hair was carelessly mussed.

How did I ever get so lucky as to catch this sexy man’s eye?

I had no idea. But I didn’t want it to end.

I just hoped I didn’t get burned this time around. My love life was nothing to write home about, till now, and well, I was starting to think my feelings for Sonny might be a little more complicated than I’d originally assessed.

I thought being physically intimate didn’t have to mean being emotionally invested. But I was having a real hard time separating the two.

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