Page 15 of Give Me Love

I lift a brow, anger taking the place of my nervousness. Who does this guy think he is? I can see they’re brothers, though. Same dark short hair and blue eyes, but totally different personalities. I twist the string bracelet on my arm, watching the two.

Doors shirt exhales exasperatedly. “Can you just order?”

“I’ll have the same.”

“Coming right up.” I grab two paper cups and pour the coffee before placing the lids and sleeves on. I hand Doors shirt his first, and our fingers touch.

My eyes shoot to his, and I take in a whoosh of air. He stares at me, and for a brief moment, I see something.

Anger and guardedness.

“How much?” he asks, clearing his throat and fishing his wallet out of his jeans back pocket. I look to his sleeve of tattoos. With his buzzed hair and the tats, he looks like a badass MMA fighter.

I tell him the total.

“Keep the change,” he says, replacing his wallet.

“What kind of books do you sell here?” The friendly brother makes his way over to the shelves.

“Thrillers, mysteries, romance.”

I feel eyes on me, and I risk a glance back. With narrowed blues, rude ass looks like he’s appraising me, before I catch him, that is, and he looks over to his brother.

“Here. This might help you with your love life,” easygoing says. The book is caught against The Doors’ chest, and I see it’s a romance. My smirk causes him to once again look my way. Folding my lips, as if I were caught with my hand in the cookie jar, I wipe the towel across the countertop and swear I see his lift…if only a tad.

“Let’s go,” uptight says, taking a sip from his cup and placing the book on the counter.

“Ahh, I was just starting to have fun.” Friendly brother smiles, and it reaches his eyes.

He’s carefree and nice, where his sibling is tense and a rude dick.

Friendly brother walks back to me, holding out his hand. “I’m Jace Grant.” I take his hand, and he brings it to his lips.

I smile and feel a blush rising up my neck.

“Kathrine Harrison,” I reply.

“Good to meet you. I’m sure we’ll be back. This is good coffee.” He lifts his brow and takes a sip before making a sound of approval.

I chuckle because he tried it after the compliment.

“Come on, brother. Let’s go see what Pops is up to.” He walks toward the door. “Until next time, Harrison.” He salutes me and heads through, causing the bell to ding. I smile.

The one who caught my eye on the stairs the other night starts to walk out but twists to look at me.

I stand with the twenty still between my fingers, gnawing on my inner cheek.

“I’ve never seen you at the club before.” So, he goes a lot? Good to know he remembers me. I wonder if he’s been thinking about me as much as I have him?

“That’s because it was my first time,” I reply.

He nods, his eyes looking at me before he scans the shop. He looks at me once more and says, “See you, Kathrine Harrison.” My name slips smoothly past his lips, sending a rush of natural morphine through my bloodstream.

“Bye,” I say after he walks out. I shake my head as my sight dances across the shop and a heavy air leaves my chest. I toss the twenty into the drawer and turn to look at my mess.

With my hands on my hips, I say, “What a show you put on, Kat. What a show.” Rolling my eyes, I go after the mop and finish the inventory list.

ChapterFour

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