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But I was so concerned that he might squeeze it and knock the lid off, I didn’t pay attention to where my fingers were. His hand landed directly on top of mine, and electricity seemed to shoot all the way from my fingers to my heart. What was weirdest about it was I’d heard all my life about sparks flying when you met that special someone, but I always assumed it was just sappy silliness until now.
Our eyes met, and I felt his stare all the way to the depths of my soul. Yes, there was definitely a connection. He felt it. I felt it. The question was, would either of us do anything about it?
“Enjoy that sweetheart muffin,” Tinley said, amusement coming through in her tone.
Sure enough, when I glanced over at her, she wore a big smile. Her eyes were on the muffin, though, which was still in Tucker’s right hand. He’d taken a bite out of it at some point.
“I will,” he said, still looking at me.
Then he backed away, not realizing one of the other guys from the crew was right behind him. That guy reached out and put a hand on each side of Tucker’s bulky shoulders.
“Watch out, man,” the guy said. “You’ll spill your coffee.”
Whatever was going on, Tucker managed to shake it off immediately as he headed over to his usual solo spot. I busied myself refilling the other guy’s coffee, but my hands were definitely shaking. In fact, it might be a couple of hours before I was back to normal.
2
TUCKER
Ihad no idea what was in that muffin those women had given me, but I was pretty sure I’d been drugged. Even Paxton, the longtime logger who pretty much ran this group, had commented on my unusually cheerful disposition.
I couldn’t explain it, aside from a spiked muffin. It felt like a cloud had lifted, and it was a cloud that had been looming over me for more than five years.
Or maybe it was the angelic face of the stunning, curvaceous brunette who’d sold it to me. That smile seemed imprinted in my head. Not to mention those tits that strained the confines of that tight tank she wore beneath her apron?—
“Hey, Tuck,” Aiden said. Aiden was Paxton’s buddy and the second in command when the big boss wasn’t around. “Could you go grab me another cup of coffee?”
I flashed him a look. Since when had I become his errand boy? But the guy lifted his gaze a little toward the obnoxiously pink food truck. How could I turn down the opportunity to see the brunette one last time before she headed out of here for the day?
Aiden started toward me. “I’ll take over here.”
I passed the chainsaw to him, grateful to give my arms a rest. We’d been cutting down trees this morning. Our team was taking care of the trees the equipment couldn’t reach. It was hard work, but I was used to getting down in the dirt.
As I walked toward the food truck, I wiped my hands on my jeans, noting how covered in dust my clothes were. I hoped she didn’t mind. A woman as beautiful as the brunette barista deserved a showered guy in freshly laundered clothes, not a ragamuffin like me.
She was standing at the window, and my heart started beating faster as I approached. I’d been admiring her ample tits and round ass for a couple of months now. But not until this morning did she plant firmly in my mind as a woman I had to see again—an addiction of sorts.
Yeah, the muffin definitely had something in it.
“Are you alone in there?” I asked. Did that sound like a proposition? I didn’t mean it that way. “Your friend left?”
“She’s my sister,” the brunette said. “And yeah. They needed her at the bakery. I have to drive this thing back by myself.”
I’d be more than willing to help her with that. Maybe get some alone time with her in the process. Was it possible to have sex inside a food truck? I could definitely make it work.
“I just need a couple coffees,” I said. “One black and one with a packet of sugar.”
Her mouth tilted up in a smile again, and my heart skipped another beat. I was going to need an electric shock from one of those sets of paddles if this kept up.
“It’s nice of you to get your coworker coffee,” she said as she headed over to fill my order.
“Do you take a lunch?”
She stopped and looked back at me, eyes wide. Yeah, I was just as surprised as she was that I’d blurted out that question. I hadn’t asked a woman on a date in more than sixteen years.That was when I met the woman who would become my wife. The woman who’d stuck by me during my time in the military, including multiple deployments. The woman who’d died five years ago and turned my entire world upside down.
The barista didn’t answer at first. In fact, she turned back to what she was doing, pouring both coffees before putting the lids on. As she started toward me, I held my breath, sure I was seconds away from being rejected.
No big deal. If she said no, I’d just play it off that I was curious about her work schedule. Maybe I’d make a joke about how these were unfair working conditions—everyone was entitled to a lunch break.
