Page 17 of A Dash of You

“Got it. Coming right up.”

He reaches up, his hand inches from my face as I flinch in surprise. “You have something on your nose.”

Of course I did.

Mortified, I hurry to swipe it off. “Powdered sugar.”

The universe found its opportunity and ran with it.

I’m so happy he ordered nothing fancy, but then again, he doesn’t seem like someone who would order a special drink. I’d have immediately pegged him for the unembellished type.

As I’m pouring his cup, his stare burns into my back. “It’s my first day. I’m not supposed to be up here, but Mrs. Stevens had to do a supply run, so I’m covering.” I snap on the lid to his cup then set it on the counter. “That’ll be a dollar fifty.” I check the sheet again to make sure I read it correctly. Shelby needs to charge more.

Logan clears his throat, taking his time to get out cash. “What do you do here?”

“I’m their new baker,” I say proudly.

“Seems fitting.” He holds my gaze.

I blush.Right the brownies.“It’s always been a hidden passion of mine.” And always will be.

“Hidden?” He cocks his brow.

I didn’t mean to say that.

Casually ignoring his question, I switch gears. “The orange scones are my deflowering pastry.” Note to self: refrain from using sexual words around him.

He places a ten-dollar bill on the counter. “You can add one to my order.”

He wants my scone.

I bag up the biggest one with a smile. “Here you go.” When I hand him the bag, our fingers touch and there’s instant fire.

He stares at me for a split second before grabbing his coffee. “Sora.” He nods, leaving the café but also sends my belly into a fit.

My name and how it rolls off his tongue is so smooth. Logan is not just a man. He isall man.And his voice is music for the soul. Deep, manly and vibrating through every part of me.

He may not be entirely fond of me, but he's easy on the eyesandhe purchased my scone. He doesn’t have to like me, but that man can eat my desserts whenever he wants.

The rest of my shift went by fast. Shelby returned with the flour, saving the day, and I finally got into the groove of things.

The first day marked as a success.

The afternoon rush made my shift longer. Shelby said it’s the busiest she’d seen at her café in literally years. The mild confidence hadn’t gone unappreciated. Endless delicious pastries? No problem. I heard Mr. Gaven, the banker, tell Miss Lucy, the librarian, my scones are over the moon to die for.

I held my head a little higher today.

I quickly change out of my uniform and slip into the shower. With no time to wash my hair, I tie it up in a bun and quickly scrub my body.

Lana texted me, saying to meet her and Mark at the pub since I didn’t get off on time.

A pub. It might sound absurd, but I’ve never been to one. I’m guessing it’s more casual than the private clubs I’ve been to. I hate thinking about them. Every memory makes my skin crawl, giving me a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I throw on another pair of tighter fitting jeans, short wedges, and a cute top that dips low at the cleavage. To avoid styling my hair, I shake my head upside down reviving the loose waves from earlier.

I swipe on some lip gloss, grab my keys and purse, and head out.

Let’s hope it’s a good night after a really good day.

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