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“The Roman trickster God?”
He blinks slowly. “…Yeah. Not many people know that.”
“I just like mythology.”
What a coincidence, huh? And me with a Greek name and all. It’s like a light kindling in my mind, telling me it’s more than that, that destiny works in mysterious ways…
…and I snuff it out.
Seriously? Destiny? Come on. Just because the guy turned out to be friendly and not the arrogant asshole I’d thought at first?
Friendly, funny and hot.
And about to leave.
“Shit, I gotta go. Look at the time.” He lifts his phone off the table and then shoves it into his back pocket as he gets up. “I’m already late.”
“Where do you work?”
“Mancave. A garage.”
A student and a mechanic? Interesting combo. And did I mention, hot…
“We should do this again,” he says, in that warm voice of his.
I blink. “Seriously?”
“Have coffee with me tomorrow, same time?”
I manage a nod, my heart pounding.
“Awesome.” He puts some bills on the table and winks. His hand brushes mine, and an electric shock goes through me at the touch. “Coffee is on me.”
“Um, thanks.”
His crooked grin is sweet. Sweet and hot as the angels’ downfall, and I’m transfixed, overwhelmed with the sudden need to kiss him. Find out how those lips taste, how he kisses—aggressively, hard and possessive, or gentle and slow.
Never met a guy who could get me wet with a smile. Holy crap.
I’m still staring after him as he turns and lopes out of the diner with the easy grace of a big cat, his broad shoulders filling the doorway for a moment before he vanishes.
Whoa, be still my heart. It’s just coffee, right? Just hanging out.
Merc Watson and me, sitting in a tree.
Having coffee.
Definitely not kissing, okay?
“Is he hot?” my bestie asks on the phone that night.
“Yeah.” I lick my lips at the thought of him and clench deep inside.
Crap.
“You know what that means, right?” she asks.
I shrug. “Big trouble?”
