As I'm about to give up and drop my gaze on the menu, it locks in on him, and my breath catches in my throat so abruptly, I nearly choke. It’s almost as if my thoughts have conjured him before me. He’s already staring my way, green eyes shadowed by thick eyebrows and the ambient lighting. The mask is gone from his mouth, exposing his sinfully gorgeous features in broad daylight. I'd know that face anywhere. Those haunted eyes. That structured demeanor. I'm absolutely positive it's him. He meets my confused scowl with a slight tick in his eyebrow—the only break in his unreadable mask. It can’t
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