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“Oh. He’s handsome.” Her brows furrow. “He looks a bit... grumpy.”

A dreamy sigh escapes me. “I know. His grumpy face is adorable.”

I press my phone against my chest while Gracie stares at me like I lost my mind.

“Well, call me if you see him.” I flutter my fingers in a wave and hurry out the door.

Strike one.

So much for my theory that everyone in town goes to the coffee shop. The giant, wounded hitman who fucks like a god blew that theory out of the water.

It’s okay.

I’m determined.

And when I want something, I get it.

Even if I have to kidnap him.

I grin as I slide into my SUV, remembering him sitting beside me only hours earlier.

Which reminds me. Maybe I should stop at the hardware store and get some supplies in case I need to restrain him.

Plus, men love the hardware store. So he might be there.

With a smile, I start my vehicle, make sure it’s clear, and press the accelerator, heading for stop number two.

I stroll into the hardware store, making a mental list of items that might be helpful to kidnap and restrain a man as big as Roman.

Of course, a lot of items in a store like this are unfamiliar to me. I may need some assistance.

I spot a clerk wearing a red vest and make a beeline for him.

“Hi.”

He turns and looks at me, a smile curling his lips. “Can I help you, miss?”

“I’m looking for a man.”

He straightens and tugs on his hardware vest like he is exactly what I need.

Oh no.

“I mean, I’ve already found him. But I lost him.”

He deflates like a balloon. His brows furrow. “Okay.”

“He looks emotionally unavailable.”

“Um... I’m not sure what that looks like.”

“He’s very handsome.” I wave my hand like I’m fanning myself. “Like, insanely hot.”

“Oh, um... I’m not into guys.”

I blink at him.

This is about me, not your sexuality.