“Ooooh, and he’s so tall!” I swooned. “And broad! But he’s already gone past. Was the front as delicious as the back?”

“Better.”

I sighed. “Why didn’t you lead with,” Fanfiction Draco at seven o’clock?”

“You can go chase him down if you want. I’ll hold the fort here.” Ezra raised an eyebrow.

Something under my skin itched to do just that. But I shook my head. “I used up all my man chatting confidence to get you a date with Clay Boy. I’ll just have to satisfy myself by objectifying him in my imagination.”

Ezra rolled his eyes as another wave of customers flooded my stall. I forgot about sexy blonds, and my bestie having a proper, actual date, and even my gluten-free donuts, for the rest of the afternoon.

* * *

“Shit!” I cursed, dropping the stack of costumes into a tub and rounding on Ezra, who was flirting with Humphrey as he bubble-wrapped his unsold stock.

Ezra looked up, concern in his green eyes. “What?”

“I didn’t get my donuts!”

Ezra leapt into action. “I’ll pack, you go!”

With a quickly blown kiss, I launched myself out from under my gazebo, weaving in and out of the stragglers, still hoping for a last-minute purchase, my sneakered feet pounding the pavement.

They wouldn’t have sold out. They always had leftovers at the end of the day for stallholders.

I needed those damned donuts, if I was going to get through tonight!

“Oof!”

I collided with something solid, staggering backwards and falling on my butt on the grass. My breath left my lungs in a whoosh.

I squinted up, the afternoon sun in my eyes. And then a shadow blocked it, like an eclipse. Blinking, I tried to make out what I’d run into.

Long legs, clad in butt-hugging jeans. And holy Hell, what a butt!

A narrow waist, widening to a broad set of shoulders in a black collared shirt.

A shock of silvery-blond hair.

Oh. My. God.

Was the universe screwing with me?

Or was this my lucky undies at work again?

As if in slow motion, he turned. I sat on the damp ground, frozen, holding my breath, waiting for the moment that his face came into view.

And there it was. Strong jaw, high cheekbones. An aristocratic nose. Eyes that appeared almost silver against his pale skin.

Fanfiction Draco indeed.

He was holding a huge, white box with a green donut logo on the side. The biggest donut box I think I’d ever seen! He smirked down at me, opened the box, and took out a delicious, cinnamon-and-sugary treat.

My mouth watered. I wasn’t even sure if it was because he’d just produced the object of my culinary cravings … or because the way his lips wrapped around it as he took a bite was utterly sinful.