“Um…” I cleared my throat and braced both hands on the counter to try and stop the subtle tremble that felt like it was also scrambling my brain.“No, of course not. I’m sorry. It’s just I think I’ve seen you before.”

“As long as I was memorable,” he smirked, his blue eyes were filled with humor, but something else lurked under the gesture. I bit my lip as a sudden and very unexpected surge stormed through my body and ended right between my legs.

What the hell was it about this guy?

“With eyes as nice as yours, I don’t think I’d be able to forget,” I said and internally groaned. It took all my willpower, but I finally managed to break the stare and look at the numbers and words on the touch screen that barely made sense.

“I could say the same about yours. They’re a really unique color.” It wasn’t what he said but how he said it that had me shivering with emotion.

I licked my lips and cleared my throat as I tried to make it work, but only a squeak came out, and he smiled wide. He was beyond sexy, there was something about him that was all-consuming and commanding, and it called to me like a fucking beacon in the night. I took a deep and steadying breath.

I can do this, don’t make an idiot out of yourself. At least no more of an idiot than you’ve already made.

Smiling, I looked up and dared to lock eyes with him once more. “Thank you, but they’ve been more of a curse than a blessing.” He furrowed his brow and looked like he was going to say something else, but I figured it was safer to move on from this topic that felt way too intimate and personal. “What can I get for you?”

He didn’t look up at the board as those magnetic blue eyes continued to bore holes into me. It felt like he was trying to communicate with me telepathically—like he was trying to will me into understanding something, but the signal wasn’t clear enough.

“I’ll have a large coffee, one sugar, and a splash of cream, and I’ll also have one of your raspberry sour cream muffins.”

“Good choice. They just came out of the oven and are my personal favorite. That will be eleven seventy-five, please.”

He pulled out a twenty and handed it over, but he spoke again before I could get him his change. “Keep the rest.”

“Thank you, that’s very generous of you.” I put the tip in the colorful jar that Jorge had put rhinestones all over, picked out the largest muffin, and was happy to get it in the bag and not drop it on the floor.