Page 7 of Firestorm
I washed my hands again as I listened to Lyla stuttering at the register while she took someone’s order. I sighed and dried my hands before heading over to help her.
And then I froze.
I could now see why Lyla was struggling.
There, at the counter, was an incredibly handsome man. He was tall, with broad shoulders outlined by a tight, black, long-sleeved thermal top. He wore joggers, though I couldn’t see past his thighs due to the counter. His eyes were a bright hazel, his dark brown hair slightly wavy, long on the top but shorter on the sides, and his angled jaw was dotted with a manly bit of stubble.
I couldn’t look away.
And while I was thoroughly checking him out, he was doing thesame to me. Our eyes met back up together, and Lyla nervously turned to glance at me over her shoulder.
“Um, Skye, can you help me?” Lyla asked.
I blinked, the rest of the world suddenly coming into focus around me. I cleared my throat and made my way forward, stopping in front of the register while the man watched me like a hawk.
“He changed his mind, so I was trying to delete this drink and…”
I tuned Lyla out when I lifted my eyes to only be ensnared once more in the hazel gaze of the man at the counter. I checked him out again, appreciating how his joggers fit over his thick thighs, which lead down to some large sneakers. But…he wasn’t a runner. He actually didn’t look like he’d worked out at all. He wasn’t sweaty.
I brought my attention back to his face, tracing over his straight nose splashed with a few freckles, his dark eyelashes, his bright eyes…
He was still watching me just as carefully, his eyes burning into me like he wanted to memorize every inch of my face.
Something slammed loudly in the kitchen, and it drew my attention back to the computer. I quickly swapped out the drinks while Lyla nervously looked on. She was trembling like a leaf.
Part of me wanted to laugh, but I couldn’t even blame her. I felt the same.
“Then you ask for their name,” I murmured, before darting my gaze back up at the God of a man watching us.
“W-what’s your name?” Lyla asked.
“Wyatt,” he replied smoothly, his voice soft but deep and masculine at the same time.
Good Lord. I was a goner. This was the hottest man I’d seen in my entire life.
“Wyatt,” Lyla repeated, and something inside me flared uncomfortably at how she said his name. “Anything else?”
“What do you recommend?” Wyatt asked. His gaze was still completely glued to me, and I was starting to worry I’d melt into a puddle if he kept it up much longer.
“Recommend something you like,” I murmured to Lyla.
“Um, I like the pumpkin latte.” she chirped.
“What about you?” Wyatt asked me.
Why was it hard to swallow?
“I prefer the frozen caramel.” I said lightly.
“I’ll take one of those.” Wyatt said smoothly.
I almost snorted. There waswaytoo much sugar in that drink to maintain that physique, butokay. I helped Lyla finish ringing him up before she set off to make the drinks.
Wyatt was still at the counter, watching me.
I was watching him, too.
Just as I opened my mouth to say something –I literally had no idea what to say– Zephyr appeared, looking slightly disheveled.
