And I have no business liking a man like that. I open my mouth to defend myself when the front bell dings.
Molly peeks around the kitchen doorway and makes a noise I’ve never heard from a human being—half gasp, half squeal.
“Oh my God,” she whispers. “Talk about the devil.”
“What?”
Molly whirls back to me, her eyes huge. “He’s back, Sabrina. And I doubt he’ll leave this time without speaking to you.”
2
"Hewantsonesliceof pepperoni pizza, a coffee with four sugars, and you," Molly announces.
I straighten. "Me?"
"Yep, asked for you again. Go."
I groan, my heart racing. "He ordered a single slice of pizza? We never sell pizza by the slice."
Molly shrugs. “Who cares? Just go give the man what he wants.”
I make his coffee, wondering why anyone needsthatmuch sugar, then grab a paper plate and slide the pizza on top.
My feet feel like they’re made of wet sand as I cross the floor toward table four.
The man stands the moment I’m within three steps of him.
Freaking stands.
Which is wild, because no guy has ever stood for me. Definitely not the boys at Dyson High.
His long, powerful body unfolds from the chair, and suddenly the pizzeria feels too small to contain him.
“Hello,” he says with a shy smile. His eyes are anything but.They blaze—blue and bright and are devastatingly focused on me.
My hand trembles as I set the coffee and plate down. “Pepperoni,” I announce, because apparently that’s all the vocabulary left in my brain.
“Thank you, Sabrina.”
My name in his mouth does something traitorous to the backs of my knees.
The moment I step away, he gestures toward the seat across from him. “Will you sit with me for a moment?”
“I—I’m busy. Working.”
He glances pointedly around the near-empty pizzeria, then toward the counter. Molly is standing there with a death scowl as she slowly drags her thumb across her throat.Sit or die.
Oh for Chrissake.
I sit.
He waits until I’m settled before easing back down, all controlled grace. His forearms flex subtly as he rests them on the table.
“You weren’t here this morning.”
My stomach drops.He came here earlier today. Again? Stalkery much?
“I was at school,” I say.
