“No, thank you. I try to limit my sweets to one a day otherwise I’d never fit into my uniform.”
“I don’t see that being a problem.”
“Why, Miss Acevedo, have you been checking me out?”
His smirk, accompanied by that damn dimple, made her insides gooier than the caramel on the eclairs.
“No,” she said forcefully. “I just— You—” She waved her hand vaguely in his direction as if that explained everything that needed explaining. It should.
He winked but thankfully didn’t tease her anymore. “Kevin, I’ll meet you outside.”
Kevin stepped up to the register and handed over his bill and money. “If I could get that other thing you offered as well?”
It took a second for his request to click. “Oh! Yes! Hang on.”
She pushed through to the kitchen. “Give me your number now.”
“You have my number,” Elba said.
“Not you. Rob.”
“Really?” he asked.
“Yes. Hurry before he has to leave.”
He rattled off his number while bouncing on his toes like a little kid on Christmas morning and she had to bat his hands away and threaten to tear up the note when he tried to pat her on the head again.
