“And you're just so humble too.” Morgan felt the corner of her mouth lifting into a smirk, despite how utterly disgusting the guy'spersonalitywas.
“Seriously though, how do I join your littlething?”
“My little thing? You mean the Date Maker?” She pulled a piece of paper from the counter and wrote down her email address. “If you seriously want help finding your soulmate, which I highly suspect is yourself…” she mumbled the last few words toherself.
“Huh?”
“Email me. I'll get back to you in one to two business days.” She slid the paper toward the guy, who folded it haphazardly and put it in his pocket. Morgan doubted she'd ever hear from him again. He'd probably wash his pants without checking the pockets and forget all about thisencounter.
At least a girl coulddream.
“In the meantime,” Morgan continued. “What can Igetyou?”
“Now that I already have your email address?” He waggled hiseyebrows.
“I could have Harmony make you something super frilly, you know. All sugar and whipped cream. I'm sure you'd love it.” She put a hand onherhip.
“Nah, I'm sweet enough. How about just a blackcoffee?”
Morgan moved to get a paper cup and proceeded to fill it with coffee that had been sitting on the burner for several hours. It had to be bitter as hell by this point. The thought made her happier than itshould.
When she turned to hand the guy his drink, he thanked her. “I’m Declan, bytheway.”
“Okay.” Morgan pushed her lips together. “It's two-fifty for thecoffee.”
Declan pulled out his wallet and handed her his credit card. “It's customary to give your name when someone tells youtheirs.”
Morgan ran the card through the card reader. “Do you want areceipt?”
“Will it have a line to write inatip?”
Morgan nodded and pressed the button on the register to print the receipt and handed it to Declan along with a pen. As he wrote, she took the opportunity to look over at Harmony, who looked like she was fighting a losing battle with the giggles. She walked quickly into the back, but not before Morgan heard her laughter ring out through thesmallshop.
“See ya around, Date Maker,” Declan said with a mocksalute.
Morgan didn't respond but instead gave a tense smile. When he walked out the door, she looked down at the receipt. On the tip line there were words instead ofnumbers.
You'd be a lot prettier if you smiled moreoften.
Morgan shoved the paper in the register before sending up a silent prayer that she'd never hear from Declanagain.
She was just finishing her plea when Harmony appeared out ofthinair.
“That was hilarious.” She continued to laugh without any shame. Morgan found it incrediblyfrustrating.
“It wasn't that funny.” Morgan crossedherarms.
“That poor guy was interested in you, and you put up abrickwall.”
Now, Morgan laughed. “Oh, no. That guy was so in love with himself. I doubt there's' room for another love interest inhislife.”
“He was cute though.” Harmony tiltedherhead.
Morgan opened her mouth to argue. Unfortunately, Harmony had a point. If you could look past his arrogance, Declan was attractive. The green eyes, the dark hair. The combination of features was striking. And while he'd been wearing a long-sleeved button-up shirt, Morgan would bet all $200 in her bank account that his body was ripped beneath all thatclothing.
Morgan's face heated, and she looked up to see Harmony was watching her closely. “Ha! See? That dudewashot.”
Morgangrunted.
