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AIDEN

The beautiful blonde barista was working alone.

Not that the other barista wasn’t beautiful. Someone said they were sisters. I was pretty sure Tucker was boning the other one though, and the blonde didn’t seem interested in any of us. But I was determined to make her notice me.

“I’ve got a good joke for you,” I said.

She was standing at the machine, making my usual lightly sweetened black coffee. Her back was to me, so I was taking the chance to check out that sweet ass. She probably thought I was a serious caffeine addict, but I came here multiple times each morning to see her.

She grabbed a lid and smushed it on the cup. “What’s that?”

“Why are all baristas good at solving mysteries?”

“Why?”

“They know how to find the grounds.”

She didn’t laugh. She just walked toward me and stopped, setting the coffee cup on the ledge between us before stepping back a little. She seemed to be studying me, maybe seeing me for the first time ever. That did things to me I hadn’t expected.

“You’re a flirt, aren’t you?” she asked.

I was reaching for my wallet, but my hand froze. I couldn’t deny it. Friends said that about me. Even the guys sipping coffee fifty feet or so behind me would wholeheartedly agree. I got teased all the time for supposedly charming women. A buddy once said I could talk a woman out of her clothes in just a few minutes flat.

Maybe that had been right about me at one time. Not now. Lately, I’d been restless. Just sleeping with a woman wasn’t enough. I’d even stopped making the trip to Boone, where there were actual eligible women my age.

And dating for relationships didn’t do it either. Mostly because no woman ever made me feel what I was feeling just looking at this woman.

Every day, she showed up here in her little coffee truck at our job site. We were busting our asses to clear away trees for a new development. Checking out her fine body and gorgeous smile…well, that was all that got me through some days.

“Why would you say that?” I asked.

I pulled out my wallet and retrieved the card. I hoped she didn’t notice I was a little shaken up as I tapped the card against the screen to pay. I then slipped it back in my wallet and put it in my back pocket before looking up at her again.

She was still staring at me, but the iciness I’d detected in her expression seemed to have melted. What I wouldn’t do to get this woman out of her clothes.

Not that she was all that skimpily dressed. She wore a short-sleeved T-shirt and knee-length denim capris under that pink apron. It was clear she was going for a more modest way of dressing than the other baristas who had been out here, but her curves wouldn’t let it happen. Those tits, those hips… all of it would do things to a man who normally got laid. For a sex-starved guy like me, it was almost debilitating.

“You just have that vibe, you know? A guy who thinks he can talk his way into any woman’s bed.”

My eyes widened, and I grabbed the coffee, taking a sip. This conversation required some caffeine.

“You don’t think I could talk myself into your bed?” I finally asked.

That was my flirtatious side coming out. I had a way of flirting that was charming, not creepy. Well, usually not. But it wasn’t getting the desired reaction from this woman.

Oh, crap. Had I become that old man hitting on a twenty-something woman? Seemed like just a minute ago, I was in my twenties, but I was now thirty-four. This woman was clearly in her early twenties. To her, I definitely could be an old man.

She shook her head. “That’s not going to happen, no matter what. I’m saving myself for marriage.”

I nearly choked on the sip of coffee I’d just taken. Wait, what was she saying? She was a virgin? And she didn’t plan to have sex until she was already committed to someone for life?

That was none of my business. She hadn’t asked for my advice. I should keep my mouth shut.

“Don’t you want to test out the goods before you say ‘I do’?” I asked.

So much for keeping my mouth shut. She took a deep breath and stared off into the distance thoughtfully. Or maybe she was looking at the doofuses I worked with every day.

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