I hadn’t planned to come here—I hated juice—but my feet had a mind of their own. Or…My pulse sped up when the door opened and a stunning brunette stepped out. The universe has its own plans. What were the odds I’d show up at the exact same time Ayana was leaving? She stopped short in front of me. She carried a green juice in one hand and her phone in the other. “First the café, now the juicery.” Her eyes gleamed with surprise. “Mr. Markovic, are you following me?” No.
Loooolll yes he is
