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you.”
    “Oooh, I hope it’s about a man.”
    “It is, actually. I’ll grab wine and head home.”
    I end the call and head to the liquor store. I’m taking forever as I check out the wines, trying to find something different. I’m all about change today so why not? Maybe I’ll get bombed and drunk text Drew how much I like him.
    “You know, I find that you can’t go wrong with beer.”
    I look next to me and see the most striking green eyes staring back. This guy is … wow … there are not words to describe his hotness, so I smile at him.
    “I’m aware of that. The kind you’re holding is actually my favorite, but it’s a ‘shar e all my woes with my girlfriend’ kinda night, and that can only be done with wine. You know, since I’m sure there will be some whining at this party.”
    Damn, did that sound cheesy? He chuckles, and I wonder if it’s because he found me funny or silly.
    “You’ve got a cool sen se of humor. I’m Ian,” he says, reaching his hand out to me.
    “I’ m Brynlee Townsend.” I take his hand, and as I’m about to let go, I feel his finger slide down my palm. Oh damn.
    “Can I ask what you do, Brynlee? It appears you work with something white.”
    I watch his eyes rake over my body, and I feel as if he wants to devour me. I glance down and see the flour and powdered sugar, but why did I look? It’s not like I don’t know where the white came from.
    “ I’m a baker, and I just left work.”
    “ I hope you bake sweets.”
    “Why?” I ask as I st are into a sea of green. His smile is nice, too, and so is his build. Dammit, I think I really scanned his body.
    “Because I can’t get enough of them, so I’d have an excuse to show up at your work and see you again.”
    Oh, he’s good. Really good. Do I want this guy to know where I work? What I do know for sure is that he’s a handsome man who seems into me, and that hasn’t happened in a long time, except for Phillip but he doesn’t count.
    “I do bake sweets, and you’re a sweet talker, but maybe I should see you when I’m not covered in flour and sugar.”
    “Then h ow about you join me for dinner tomorrow night?”
    “How’s lunch at noon, and I’ll bring you some sweets?”
    He gives me a wicked grin. “That sounds like a fair compromise. Did you have a place in mind?”
    I turn and look toward the door. “T he café across the street. If it’s pleasant, we can sit outside.”
    “That sounds great, Brynlee. ” He leans over slowly and plants one light kiss on my cheek, right near my ear, his lips lingering for a second.
    H is warm breath is teasing my skin, and it takes everything for me not to turn my mouth toward his.
    “I’ll see you at noon ,” he says barely above a whisper before raising up. His eyes meet mine, and I think that’s my own heartbeat I hear. My face warms as he walks away. I’m blushing for sure.
    I can hardly remember the ride home, and when I get to the apartment, I still can’t wipe the smile off my face.
    “What happened to you? You sounded down earl ier, but now you’re wearing this mischievous grin.”
    “Andrea, I met a guy at the liquor store.”
    “Oh, girl. You have to tell me all about it.”
    I frown when a thought crosses my mind.
    “Is it bad I met him at the liquor store? Is that any better than a bar?”
    “I need to hear about him first.”
    “He’s really good-looking and screams sex.”
    “Then it’s no biggy you met him there,” she says, wit h a wave of her hand in the air. She’s funny. Not long after I met Andrea, she mentioned needing a roommate. It was right before I sold Gram’s home, so I jumped at the chance to live with her.
    I’d been working at Clark’s for abo ut six months, developing a strong customer base. I needed something cheap, so I could save for a store front bakery of my own. She was very generous, charging me cheap rent.
    Andrea’s thirty, six years older than me, so she’s really like a big sister. She’s pretty with