![]() ![]() ![]() Don’t leave out any details, because I know how your mind works.” “Show me exactly how you like the espresso to be made. It was cute, but really fucking inefficient. She used to measure every single ingredient with the care of a pharmacist, which slowed her down. She liked to count out the correct number of ice cubes for each glass. ![]() She liked order and precision, which made it difficult to teach her to tend bar. ![]() My voice is flip, but I can hardly believe that I’m sliding behind the counter with Posy Paxton. You always liked things to be done in a very particular way.” “Cool, cool,” I say, waving a hand in the direction of the espresso machine. And just as soon as I figure out how to make a skinny peppermint latte with milk poured in the shape of a kitten… There’s nobody more skilled at stealth ops than me. I’d forgotten how much we infuriate each other, and that she somehow fills me with both irritation and desire in the same breath. But now I have to call her “boss,” and do everything the curvy perfectionist asks of me. Going undercover as Posy’s new barista wasn’t my idea. I can’t let on that I’m here to bring him down before he can harm a hair on her pretty head. There’s a murderer on the loose in New York, and he seems to spend a lot of time at Posy’s shop. I’m the VP of a secretive billion dollar security company. But I managed to steal only a single kiss before I had to skip town. Posy was the pampered girl I tried to impress. Growing up, I was the rough guy from the wrong neighborhood who couldn’t catch a break. ![]()
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