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I immediately recognize those sparkling amber eyes and that dazzling smile. The waitress I was so determined to find this morning is standing right there. Lucky me. I approach her with a huge grin across my face.
“Are these your oranges?”
“They are. Thanks for running after them.”
“It’s the least I could do since I wasn’t watching where I was going.”
She waves a finger at me and furrows her brows. “Wait a minute. Weren’t you at Lola’s yesterday morning? You were the extra-hot-double-shot-of-espresso accident?”
“I like how you refer to me as ‘extra hot.’”
“It’s convenient for you to cut off the rest of my sentence.” She smiles, squinting her eyes as if to let me know she’s on to me.
“Sure is.” I nod. “Are you stalking me to apologize some more?”
She raises her eyebrows, surprised, before bursting out laughing. “You’re funny. If I recall correctly, you’re the one who knocked over your coffee, so technically you’re the one who should be stalking me.”
“You’re right. I made a mess, but I much prefer my version of things.”
“I guess tracking you down in a city of nearly four million people is my only recourse now,” she says, shifting the grocery bag she’s holding from one hand to the other.
“What do you mean?”
“Yesterday was my last day at the restaurant.”
Shit.“I hope my clumsiness didn’t get you in trouble with your boss?” I ask, concerned my actions might have jeopardized her job.
“Nah. It had nothing to do with you. I resigned a couple weeks ago.”
Now I understand why she wasn’t there this morning.
“I’m glad to hear it. Since I’m a wreck every time I’m around you, the least I can do is introduce myself. I’m Hunter Evans.” I extend my hand, determined not to walk away from this conversation without knowing this girl a lot better.
“Pleased to meet you, Hunter. I’m Miranda Reddick.”
“The pleasure is all mine, Miranda.”
“I can’t believe I met you for the first time yesterday and I bump into you today. What are the chances of that happening?” She beams when she says that and just like yesterday, I’m taken aback by the fiery yellow shades reflecting in her amber eyes. She’s as fresh-looking as she was yesterday. She’s traded the black uniform for a light grey sweater, faded ripped jeans rolled up at the ankle and a pair of dark red Converse. Just like yesterday, she isn’t wearing any gunk to hide her features. Her hair is pulled back high in a bun, exposing her long neck. I immediately think of sucking little marks into her skin from her ear to her collarbone. Her top is so loose and roomy it could fit me. To my delight it does little to conceal the fact that her tits are huge and heavy—just like I like them.
“I was just thinking the same thing.” I smile back at her.
Is it coincidence or serendipity when you walk right into a person you were so eager to see again?
“It’s rare to see a single straight man hanging out at a farmers’ market. Shit.” Her cheeks turn bright red. “I’m sorry. I mean... Gosh... What the hell am I saying? You could be married or gay... And it’s okay if you are or if you’re both.” She flushes even more. “I mean, this is LA. Being married and gay is perfectly acceptable.” She exhales and shuts her eyes.
Now it’s my turn to burst out laughing. I drop the bag of oranges on the floor, take a step towards her and place my hands on her shoulders. The contact sends the same unsettling jolt down my spine as it did yesterday. “Don’t worry. I’m not gay and I’m not married. Do I give off a gay vibe to you?”
“On the contrary,” she answers in a low, husky voice, holding my gaze.
“I didn’t think so. And for the being married part, is that your not-so-subtle way of finding out if I’m single?”
Her eyes widen so much it’s as if they’re about to take over her face. “Uh...” She shakes her head. “Seems like I keep putting my foot in my mouth this morning.”
My nearly foot-long would fit much better.God, the dirty thought that crosses my mind when she says that startles me. This girl is doing things to me and I barely know her.
“Relax. I’m giving you a hard time. To absolve yourself for hurting my feelings, you have to allow me to make up for my sins by buying you fresh new oranges. I’d hate to think you’ll be using these,” I say, lowering my eyes to the ground, “to prepare your juice tomorrow morning.”
She lets out a nervous laugh. “Deal. That way I can redeem myself and come across as the intelligent person I am.” I love that twinkle in her eyes.
