The air held a pleasant breeze, with no hint of the muggy weather they had experienced the week before. She pulled the strap of her purse over her shoulder and waited a moment for Cole to get out of his car. They walked toward the door of the coffee shop together. “Boy, it’s a nice evening,” Cole said, opening the door for Ellie. She felt warm but shivered in spite of herself. Something about this man did that to her. She just hoped her eye wouldn’t twitch. Once inside, the rich smells of coffee assailed her. Talk about a comfort food—mochas certainly did the trick for her. The whirring of the espresso machine and the contented chatter of patrons made her glad to be there. Especially with Cole. Looking around, Ellie found an empty wooden table for them while Cole ordered her mocha and his espresso. She settled into a seat, pulled out a mirror and checked her makeup, then put it away just as Cole turned to walk toward the table. “One skinny mocha with whipped cream,” he said, handing the hot drink to her.
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