“Yeah. Has Violet changed the name of it yet?” he asked.

“Nope, it’s still called The Spoiled Princess. Do you want me to make the pink Barbie silhouette in the froth?” she asked with a laugh as she started to make his order. It looked like a type of cappuccino.

He sighed. “No, I do not. But I do want the sprinkles. And two of the raspberry scones, with extra clotted cream, please.” Wow, I was right. Luke was a dessert eater now. I guess that was how he got that delicious bulky, hulky, muscular, hot, strong, forceful heft to his body. I found myself staring at him again. Damn.

I shook myself out of my Luke trance and reached for his scones. I put them in the cute little lavender bag, then found the clotted cream.

He came to me to pay. “Lily, did you have a good night?”

“What? Yes, sort of. I think the zombies in the basement were extra active last night. I couldn’t sleep.” Was I flirting?

He grinned that adorable half grin that always used to get me all swirly, then I realized I was talking to Luke. My brain had turned to mush. And, yes—I was even being kind of flirty. I was flirting with New Luke. Fine as heck, totally-pinnable-on my-hot-guy-Pinterest-board Luke.

He stared at me intently, searching my eyes. I didn’t remember Luke ever being this intense. It was kind of scary. And hot. It was scary hot. I blushed bright red. I was cursed with super pale skin, typical redhead skin. I couldn’t remember ever blushing or being uncomfortable with Luke before. I mean, we were born on the same day; we had literally known each other our entire lives, even in the womb.

“It will be nine ninety-five,” I blurted out. I took his ten-dollar bill. I made change and dropped it into his huge, manly hand. A hand that had been everywhere on me, and in me. I couldn’t take it. The way he looked at me freaked me out. I was about to run away. I could feel the chickenshit rising in me, and I turned and made a mad dash for the kitchen.

“Um, I’m going to work on an order for later. Be right back,” I called out over my shoulder and hurried through the door that led into the kitchen to squat down on the floor. I heard Rose talking to Luke out front as I huddled there like a total wuss.

Violet eyed me with a knowing look. “Luke here?” she asked as she poured blueberry muffin batter into muffin cups.