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“You want the usual today?”
Another nod.
This man.
“Fifteen sugar-glazed doughnuts coming right up.”
I prep his order, the whole time feeling his eyes tracking my every move. I step to the counter, ready for this to end in the same fashion as it always does each week. Why I haven't worked up the courage to ask him out, I don’t know. But I think step one, a conversation, would be nice first. Go from there. But I don’t expect his hand to come out and rest overtop mine.
Instant. Heat.
Miles moves closer until he’s standing right in front of me, only a counter of doughnuts and cookies between us.
My eyes flash to his and for a long second, we stand there. Not breathing. Or at least I’m not breathing.
“Can you make it twenty-five today?”
Husky as fuck. Like he has breathed smoky air his whole life and it’s left him with a raspy voice made to make women’s girly parts quiver. Which, he probably has, given his job title. Duh. But damn. Wicked sexy is right.
“Sure. Have a sweet tooth today?” I wish I could pat myself on the back right now for not sounding like a fluttering, breathy teen.
“Anything else with these doughnuts, Chief?”
“Nah, just the doughnuts will do for today. Hard habit to break. And please, it’s just Miles.”
I think that makes this officially the longest conversation we’ve held.
“Miles. What do you mean?”
He takes his order and heads for the door. “Cop. Ten years. Syn City. Before Cherry Falls and this gig.”
“And the plot thickens,” I mutter to myself as I watch his retreating back. And what a back.
For a second my mind doesn’t register the blur of black and red running down the road, but when my brain finally clicks on, I gasp, toss off my apron, and run for the door.
Chapter Two
Bela
“What the hell!” I’m out the door and pounding heels down the road. “Catch that dog!”
Miles spins just in time to catch the thief with his loot dangling from his mouth.
“Caught you, you little bugger.”
I came to an abrupt stop in front of Miles. A wiggling mass of black fur tries to break free from Mile’s clutch but he holds on. He puts his doughnuts on the ledge of a nearby shop and calms the little rascal with a few pats to the head.
“Come on, no one is going to hurt you, little guy. Give them here now. Come on.”
Miles wears a smirk on his handsome face and it catches me off guard for a moment. “I think these are yours?”
A flashing red flame of heat hits my cheeks and I forget about the smirk. My attention homes in on my panties. Dangling from the fire chief’s finger.
“Not exactly how I pictured you seeing my panties for the first time. This little thief is forever breaking into my back room and stealing clothes. Last week it was my favorite pair of socks…”
“And today your favorite pair of…” Miles holds up my panties in broad daylight for the entire town to see. “Silk and lace. Sexy.”
Sure, now he wants to talk. Freaking men.
