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“I said I'm sorry!”

She spins around. Her eyes sweep the coffee shop, then lock onto a nearby table.

Before I realize what she's doing, Callie grabs a glass of water.

The man sitting at the table looks up. “Hey⁠—”

Callie turns back to me, and before I can say a word, she throws the water directly at my crotch.

Cold water soaks through my jeans.

I go completely still.

The entire coffee shop goes silent.

Callie stands there, holding the empty glass.

I'm standing in the middle of Bramble & Bean with one hand cupped over my dick and water dripping down my legs.

Behind the counter, the brunette makes a strangled noise.

I slowly look at Callie.

She smiles nervously. “Better?”

I stare at her. “Did you just dump a stranger's water on my dick?”

Her eyes flick toward the table. The man is still staring at us.

Callie winces. “Technically, yes.”

“Why?”

“You said it was on fire.”

“So you threw water on it?”

“That's generally how putting out a fire works.”

I close my eyes. I had fourteen days of silence and peace. Fourteen days to forget what it’s like to be around this woman.

I open my eyes.

Callie is still standing there, blonde curls framing her beautiful face. Her green eyes keep moving between my face and my soaked jeans.

And despite the fact that she dumped a stranger’s water on me, every time her gaze drops to my crotch, she licks her lips.

Fuck.

She’s completely fucking insane.

And so fucking attractive.

And smiling at me.

My chest loosens. Except this time I know exactly what it is. I'm glad to see her. Really fucking glad.

Her smile slowly fades. Something softer replaces it.