Drop, Cover, and Hold On (The Improbable Meet-Cute, #4)

by Jasmine Guillory

Whenever she walked inside, he would turn to look at her, and the scowl on his face got at least 50 percent scowlier.

Yes, yes, some people might say “scowlier” wasn’t a word, but only someone who hadn’t seen that man scowl would say that.

Maybe he thought she was too fat to be eating his pastries?

Didn’t she remember when she’d come back to tell them that they’d accidentally given her three pastries instead of two? She went back to the bakery and tried to pay for the third one after she’d realized what had happened, but he’d just barked “Never mind!” at her and turned away. He’d made mistakes like that a bunch more times, but she never bothered to tell him anymore, even though she sort of worried that his bakery must be losing a ton of money if he was messing up that much.

Maybe those extra pastries were because he was trying to fatten her up so he could eat her, like a fairy-tale villain.

She smiled back at him, for just a half second, before she caught herself. And then she just stared at him. “Are you flirting with me? Here? Now?” Was she imagining this? If not, he had to be concussed or something. He shook his head, and then winced a little. “No, of course not. That would be ridiculous, to try to flirt with you when we were trapped inside my bakery after an earthquake while I was bleeding from a head wound. I would never do something like that.” And then a glimmer of a smile appeared in his eyes. “But if I was, is it working?”