“I like dogs.” He leaned over and patted Buffy on the head.
“She likes people.” She closed the lid and retrieved the second box.
“I don’t have any pets right now, but I hope to have a dog someday.” The handsome man’s smile caused a stirring deep inside that also made her turn beet red.
“Cash or card?” she asked, biting down a smile, the beating of her heart quickening by the minute.
“Cash.” The man pulled out a black leather wallet from the inside of his suit jacket. He handed Annie a hundred-dollar bill. She quickly made his change and watched as he put his wallet away. The man bobbled the boxes as he slid one hand out from under the bottom. “Jack Powell.”
Annie brushed her hand across her apron. “Annie McPherson.” The touch of his warm hand sent more stirrings deep inside. Annie didn’t typically get embarrassed shaking hands with men, but this Jack Powell fellow had her not only turning a few shades of red, but had her tummy tied up in knots as well.
“I’m sort of sorry I haven’t stopped in here before today.” His eyes twinkled.
“Well, the important thing is that you finally did.” Her bottom lip quivered just a bit.
“Thanks again for the cupcakes. I’m sure my niece and all her friends will devour them.” He took the boxes and headed toward the shop’s door.
Annie watched his medium-sized frame, large shoulders, and muscular thighs move as he crossed to the door. She kept her gaze steady on him—just in case he turned around quickly and caught her drooling … staring.
“Oh, by the way,” he said, twirling around and smiling as he did. “You have a little flour above your top lip.”
Annie quickly rubbed her face with her fingertips. “Thanks,” she whispered.
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