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I stumble down the stairs, exhausted and desperate for caffeine.

As I take the first sip of coffee, my hip against the counter, I come up with a new plan. Hell, it’s even practical. I need groceries, and everyone has to shop for food, right?

I grab my phone, open my Notes app, and start making a list.

I take another sip of coffee.

There’s a gym downtown. A muscular guy like Roman has to work out somewhere.

I add it to my list, figuring I can do an hour on the treadmill. Maybe a yoga class afterward if he doesn’t show while I’m doing cardio.

Excellent plan.

Then I snap my fingers.

The Hollow Creek Facebook page.

Of course.

I finish my coffee while searching the page to see if anyone posted about my sexy hitman.

Nothing.

With a heavy sigh, I go upstairs to shower.

As I pin my hair up, I catch my reflection in the mirror. A determined glow is in my eyes.

I’ll find you, Roman.

You can’t hide from me.

I push my cart through the grocery store, tossing things in on autopilot and constantly scanning for a large hitman.

So far, no sign of him.

By the time I’ve reached the produce aisle, I’m desperate.

When I spot a produce clerk, I rush over. “Excuse me.”

She turns with a smile. “Yes. How can I help you?”

“I’m looking for a really hot guy.”

She laughs. “Aren’t we all?”

I blink, then continue. “He’s about six-four.”

The clerk nods.

“Dark hair.”

“Mhm. Sounds yummy.”

I pause, then pull out my cell phone.

“He looks like smiling is physically painful.”

“So this isn’t just ‘build your ultimate dream guy’ we’re doing here?”