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I groaned. When did that become the most appealing option? I could give him some of my eggs and be rid of him, but no way would Mulaney Jacobs ever take the easy way.
Because you don’t want to be rid of him.
“Shut up.” I banged my forehead against my arms. Now I was talking to myself.
You know it’s true.
“Doesn’t matter if it is or not,” I said into the table.
Stop running.
“Go to hell.”
“Is there someone under the table I can’t see?”
I bolted upright, nearly knocking over my coffee.
“Aren’t you supposed to be spending time with your sister?” I asked.
Carlos casually took a sip of his coffee before he kicked out the chair across from me and sat.
“Business.” He shook his phone and placed it on the table. “Should I be offended I didn’t get an invitation to the wedding?”
I flipped him the bird. He snatched the wedding ring from the box and held it up to the light.
“Give me that.” I reached for the jewelry, but he kept it unattainable.
“This is impressive.” His Spanish accent grew more pronounced as he spoke. I swiped for the ring again to no avail. “Who were you telling to go to hell?”
I tapped my foot. “Myself,” I reluctantly admitted.
“Strange that not a single person in this coffee shop looked twice at you talking to yourself.” The mischief in his dark eyes was almost enough to make me smile. Almost.
“Back home, somebody would’ve organized an intervention.”
He examined the ring again. “This is a statement. Bold.” Carlos stared at me with a penetrating gaze. “It fits you.”
“I haven’t tried it on yet.”
“I meant your personality.” He placed it back in the box, and I put the lid on it before he rifled through the rest of the stuff.
“Nobody has ever described me as elegant.”
“I’ve never met anyone who could pull off a ruby wedding band. That takes guts.”
“Of all the coffee shops,” I said to the ceiling.
“Would you like to talk about it to an unbiased party?” He nudged my coffee cup toward me.
I slugged some down. “Nope.”
“He seems like a nice guy.”
“I said I don’t want to talk about him.”
He leaned back in his chair. “I’d like to.”
“Worry about your own love life.”
