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so sorry about your shirt. I was in a rush, and I wasn’t watching where I was going. I’m late for the girls…Uh… can I pay for your dry cleaning?”
    “No, that isn’t necessary,” I say, briskly taking my bag from him. Wait? What? He’s late for the girls? As in girls plural, what exactly does he do with girls? Girl strippers, oh my God he’s on his way to a strip club. Or does he have some weird fetish, and likes to watch girls mud wrestle? He’s going to some weird run down building with broken windows and a mud pit in the center with nasty men standing around taking bets. Maybe he has a secret obsession and likes to watch girls wearing mismatched socks crash into each other at a roller derby. Oh, for the love of Pete, pull yourself together, Ava!
    “Well then, let me at least buy you another coffee?”
    “No, again not necessary,” I say and walk back to my car. I give him a dirty look before I sink into my seat for good measure. Well, I’ll for sure keep my promise today, because by the time I get home, change and get to the office, it will be well past nine AM.
    Getting to the office thirty minutes later than I had planned sends me into a panic. I hate being late. Me being fifteen minutes early is me being late. I rush to my office and I’m immediately followed in by my assistant, Reagan. Her hands are full of yellow messages and a legal pad and pen ready for today’s instructions. I have to be down at the courthouse in thirty minutes and I have a million things I need to tell her to do first. See, trying to get into the office later turned out to be a big, freaking, huge disaster, and I’ll be here until midnight trying to catch up.
    Reagan sits down and we have a quick conversation. She heads back to her desk only to knock on my door five minutes later. Now, Reagan has been my personal assistant for the past three years, and she can pretty much finish my sentence and read my mind as far as the things I need her to do. So to have her knock on my door when she knows I have to leave is out of the normal.
    “Ava, sorry to interrupt, I know you need to go. But, a hunk of a man, and I do mean a hunk of a man, just dropped this off for you. He placed it on my desk. I turned around for a second to close a drawer in my credenza, and when I turned back around, he was gone.” She places a Starbucks coffee cup and a card on my desk with a wicked smile on her face. I look at the cup with a disgusted smirk. It can only be from one person…Jax. I look at her, I look at the cup, I look at her again with big eyes, and she quickly removes the smile off her face. She turns back around and leaves without another word.
    A small smile creeps on my lips, but I quickly push that aside as I remember how late he made me this morning. Well, I did miss my coffee this morning. I take a sip, and I’ll be damned! It’s a Grande, Quad, Nonfat, One-Pump, No-Whip, Mocha. I look at my watch and sigh. At this rate, I’ll be late for sure, but I have to open the card, or I’ll die from curiosity. I don’t want to die from curiosity, so I quickly open the card.
Ava,
I’m so sorry about last night and this morning. I know you said it wasn’t necessary, but I felt like I needed to do something. So, I hope the coffee is how you like it. I asked the barista what you had, and when she rattled off your coffee order, I had to even ask her if that was still considered coffee. What on Earth do you need four shots of espresso for? Let me properly apologize, come by the restaurant tonight?
Jax
    First, how did he know where I work? Second, is he asking me on a date? Because that’s not going to happen, I don’t have time or the desire to date. I take a sip of the coffee, damn that’s good stuff. Shit, I’m going to be late. I shove my files in my briefcase and run back down to my car. Luckily, it’s a short drive to the courthouse, and I walk in with exactly one minute to spare. Which, unlucky for me, doesn’t leave me any time to