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The deep voice behind her was so unexpected, Elena screamed and threw her apple.
“Fuck!” The stranger sidestepped the edible missile and looked at her like she was crazy. “What the hell was that?”
“The rest of my lunch,” she snapped, angry that he’d made her waste the apple she’d been looking forward to eating. She’d really wanted something sweet after her crappy lunch. “Do you always sneak up on unsuspecting women or am I special?”
He grinned, revealing a dimple on his left cheek.
Elena glared back. The man was already too good looking for the mortal realm. That dimple was dangerous.
“You’re special alright,” he chuckled, eying her up and down. “And I wasn’t sneaking up on you.”
“Really?” She gave him a look. “What were you doing then?”
He cocked an eyebrow, annoying her with how hot he still was despite the smug look on his face. “I was politely waiting for you to finish your phone call.”
“My—” Her stomach dropped at the implication, taking the rest of what she was going to say with it. “Did you—”
“Hear what happened?” he asked, his expression softening.
From the guilty look on his face, she knew what the answer was before he told her.
“Yeah. I did.”
Elena closed her eyes and said a quick prayer. When she opened them, he was still standing there. She frowned.
“What was that?” he asked, his smile back again as he watched her.
“I was trying to wish you away,” she confessed with a sigh of resignation. She should have known it wouldn’t work considering her run of shit luck today. All it did was make her look like a wacko. “It didn’t work.”
“You’re funny,” he chuckled, shaking his head.
“That’s better than crazy,” she mumbled to herself as she gathered up her things.
Her lunch was almost over, and she refused to clock in late.
Again.
“Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll leave you to enjoy your break.”
“I thought maybe we could talk for a minute,” he said, the hopefulness on his face making her hesitate.
She shook her head, the word ‘no’ on the tip of her tongue.
“You can have my cupcake,” he offered before she could get it out.
Her mystery man opened his lunch box and flashed her the baked bribe. “It’s a lemon one from Symon Says Sweets over on Mass. The twins are always bringing them in; they’ve got a thing for the girl that works there.”
“The twins?” she repeated curiously.
“Boscoe and Roscoe, they’re the ones that usually drive the tow trucks.”
“Got it.” Elena couldn’t ignore the temptation he was waving in front of her. That cupcake looked a hell of a lot more appetizing than the apple she’d chucked at him earlier.
“Just sit with me for a few minutes.” He held the sugary treat out for her to take. “Please.”
“I can’t stay too long,” she told him, accepting the dessert. She glanced at her watch as she reclaimed her earlier spot. “My lunch ends in six minutes, and I don’t want to be late.”
“Six minutes,” he repeated with a nod as he sat down next to her. “Got it.”
