Page 13 of Wanted By You

My breath catches in my throat.

I gather his order in a paper bag, pushing it over toward him while taking the money he tossed down. Butch makes a noise in his throat, grabbing his coffee and order.

Just as he turns to go, I say, “Have a good day.”

My words seem to catch him off guard.Was he waiting for me to say something?He pauses, glancing back over his shoulder at me. “You, too,” he grunts, stalking off toward the front door and out to his truck.

I blow out a long, exaggerated breath.

“Smooth.” Alison giggles.

I glare at her as the three of them laugh at my expense.

“What did you write on his cup?” Peggy finally asks.

I sigh heavily. “I wroteThank you,C.”

Janice inclines her head thoughtfully. “That’s a good start. Now, what are we writing on it tomorrow? Because you can’t stop after this.”

I groan, and they all smile.

What the hell have I done?

Six.

Butch

I’m smiling like afucking idiot right now, but it’s only because I’m driving alone on my way to work. “Have a good day,”she said to me. I didn’t expect her to say anything, honestly. I was expecting her usual Monday aggravated sigh, but instead, I got something better.

I shouldn’t be this hyped, I really shouldn’t. But when I pick my coffee back up from the cup holder of my truck, something catches my eye. Turning the cup, I read, “Thank you, C.”

No shit.Another heart right there beside it, too.

My stomach does some weird flipping business that I’m not proud to admit. And I scowl at my reaction to two words, a shape, and a single letter written on a paper cup. Although, it is better than her calling me an asshole in fancy cursive.

Pulling up to the work site, Tanner and Stan race to my truck with grins on their faces like the idiots they are. I kill the engine and push open the door.

“What’s it say?” Stan immediately questions.

I scoff. “Y’all are worse than a couple of teenage girls.”

Tanner laughs.

Stan rolls his eyes. “Just show us the damn cup.”

I grumble several curses under my breath and grab my coffee to show them what Cassidy wrote. Stan narrows his eyes to read, leaning back and smiling wide. “Well, hot damn, another heart.”

“Nice,” Tanner beams. “You’re so in, boss.”

I huff, stepping out of my truck. “I’m notin, Tanner. She wrote a thank you, that’s it.”

Stan claps. “Exactly. Now’s your chance to say something more to her. Hell, wait until Friday, see what she writes throughout the week, and then ask her if she’s doing anything this weekend. And let the magic flow from there.”

“I like it,” Tanner says, giving Stan a high-five.

I scowl. “How ‘bout y’all quit dickin’ around and get to work.”

The two idiots laugh as they head over to start working the mountain with the others. Once they’re out of sight, I look down at the cup in my hand with Cassidy’s perfect handwritten thank you.

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