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be politely stepping out of their way for her. All the rumpled, unshaven bohemians seemed to lock arms and dance a two-step down lower Broadway, while cartoon birds seemed to flitter down from the bright blue sky and perch on Heather’s fingers, winking at her and exchanging whistled melodies as she floated into Starbucks.
    Of course none of the above had taken place, but something far more dreamy and miraculous had: Josh’s unheard of and all too daring Morning Follow-up.
    Heather still couldn’t believe it. She and Josh hadn’t finished their previous coffee rendezvous until midnight last night. But at the end of that unbelievable evening, Josh had actually suggested that they meet again
the very next morning.
Nine hours. Nine hours between coffee dates. That kind of dating proximitywas generally reserved for either deep, insatiable love affairs or desperately lonely people. And considering Josh’s inhumanly beautiful appearance, she knew loneliness was simply not a possibility.
Not
that Heather thought he’d developed a deep insatiable love for her after one spilled coffee encounter and one semi-impromptu Starbucks chat. But nine hours? Even Romeo could wait more than nine hours to see Juliet. Things were looking awfully good.
    And Josh was looking awfully good. His black T-shirt offered no distraction from his perfectly sculpted, angular face and arms and his slightly spiky, still wet from the shower jet black hair.
    â€œYou have got to be kidding me,” he said, ducking his head in disbelief after Heather sat down at their sun-warmed window table.
    â€œWhat?” she asked, widening her eyes with concern. Had she done something wrong before she’d even sat down?
    Josh brought his head back up and stared at Heather, his eyes reflecting in the sun like blinding blue neon. “You can’t look this good at nine in the morning,” he said. “No one looks this good at nine in the morning.”
    â€œOh.” Heather smiled, feeling her feet melting into her Steve Madden shoes. “Well, I…” She could do nothing other than smile and look like an idiot. Wasthere any possible response to that? Probably there was, but not when Josh said it, there wasn’t.
    â€œYou’re one of
those,
aren’t you?” he said.
    â€œOne of what?” she replied shyly.
    Josh leaned forward on the table. “You’re one of those girls who looks equally as beautiful when she gets out of bed in the morning as she does on a Friday night at seven-thirty.”
    â€œOkay,
stop,”
she giggled, averting her eyes from his murderously gorgeous grin. Silently, she prayed that he wouldn’t stop.
    â€œNo, really,” he went on. Her prayers had been yielding unprecedented success these last twelve hours. First he’d shown up at Starbucks last night after her wishful semi-stalker-like stakeout. Then came his suggestion of Morning Follow-up coffee. And now this. “Really. I bet you look like this the second you climb out of bed.”
    Now her legs had pretty much melted as well. When Josh said the word
bed,
Heather found it somewhat difficult to breathe, let alone put together a verbal response.
    â€œI’m sorry,” Josh said with an embarrassed chuckle as he leaned back in his chair. “Did that just come out as being ludicrously inappropriate? I didn’t mean—”
    â€œNo, it’s fine,” she assured him with a nervous laugh. “It’s just not true, believe me. I’m sure you look a hell of a lot better than I do in the morning.”
    Was that the right response?
Stay cool Heather, you’re losing your touch here.
Heather considered herself to have something of a Ph.D. in flirtation, but Josh was making it next to impossible for her to keep her feet planted on the ground. Perhaps that had something to do with the fact that he’d already melted her feet. And her legs, for that matter.
    â€œLook, I’m