But I didn’t want him to let go.
 
 “The, uh, the oven’s broken,” I said. “That was the sound you heard.”
 
 “Do you know what’s wrong?” he asked.
 
 I lost myself for a second in his beautiful blue stare.
 
 “The part that helps keep the oven closed has gone bad, and I think the coils that heat up the oven from below have given out. Or maybe it’s an internal electrical issue. Either way, I’ll have to shut down today so I can get it fixed.”
 
 “I can take a look at it,” Andrew said.
 
 “You fix ovens?”
 
 “I fix a lot of things around my place.”
 
 “This isn’t a household oven.”
 
 “But I’m sure it’s got at least some of the same parts,” he said. “Let me take a look at it. If I can fix it, I will. Think of it as payment for the sweets.”
 
 “You already left me a tip.”
 
 “For your hard work. I haven’t paid you for the cake and the cinnamon roll. I can pay you this way,” he said.
 
 “Anyone here?” I heard Charlie’s voice from the storefront.
 
 I groaned and rolled my eyes as the bell above my door rang out.
 
 What the hell was Charlie doing back?
 
 “Just a second, Charlie,” I said.
 
 “A friend of yours?” Andrew asked.
 
 “If you want to call him that. If you want to take a look at the oven, I won’t stop you at all. It’s very kind of you to offer, and I really do appreciate it,” I said.
 
 “Heather? You back there? There’s someone on your counter. You don’t let kids sit on your counter, right?”
 
 “She’s fine,” I said as I walked back to the register. “What can I get you?”
 
 But his eyes narrowed slightly as Andrew’s body heat radiated against my back.
 
 “You didn’t tell me she couldn't be up there,” Andrew said.
 
 “She’s fine. It’s not a big deal. The glass is really thick. She’s safe,” I said.
 
 “Come here. I’ll help you down,” Charlie said.
 
 “No need. I’ve got my daughter,” Andrew said, stepping from behind me.
 
 The command in his voice shot a shiver down my spine.
 
 “Is there something you need?” I asked.
 
 “I smell those cinnamon rolls of yours.”
 
 “Would you like one?” I asked.
 
 “Do you always let customers behind the counter? You never let me back there.”