Duke touches the brim of his hat. “Ma’am. Hope to see you around here more often.” Ava grins as she passes by him. “You were wrong about your brother, you know.” “Oh yeah?” “He is a killer.” Her eyes flick to meet mine. “Just not the kind I thought.” “Interesting. I’m all ears.” She looks at me, her gaze teasing. “Killer barista. Guy makes a mean cup of coffee. I’m still buzzing.” Duke lets out a bark of laughter. “I like you, Ava.” “See ya, Duke.”
