![]() ![]() ![]() I’ve seen thousands of good-looking men in my life, but with long, dark-blond hair, sun-kissed skin, broad shoulders covered in a tailored suit jacket, a slim waist, and long, thick legs encased in slacks, I know he’s the most spectacular. The moment I spot the commander of that voice, my body freezes. “Coffee black, one sugar.” A deep male voice slides over every inch of me and my head lifts. Pulling out my cell phone, I type a message back to my dad letting him know I’ll be over after work. ![]() “Thanks.” I give her one last smile and tuck the change into the tip jar in front of me then make my way down the line to wait. “You can pick it up at the end of the counter.” “Got it.” She grins, knowing me, since I come in and order the same thing almost everyday, unless it’s fall-then I always go for something pumpkin. “Anything else, Ash?” She looks up, and I try to fight it, but I can’t. “Large iced coffee, cream and two sugars.” I smile at Melissa behind the counter of my favorite coffee shop and pull cash out of my purse as she types my order into the computer. ![]()
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