Something about his tall, broad-shouldered form and expensive suit reminded her of Rafe for a moment. But it was just one of her regulars. “Hey, beautiful. The usual.” They chatted while she fixed him his typical latte, then she handed it to him with a smile. He winked and then headed for the door. She knew he was flirting with her. It had been going on all week, and although he was a very attractive man, she wasn’t interested. She glanced around the store. The few customers were happily chatting over their coffees and there was no sign of a new customer coming into the shop. “I’m going in the back to grab some more sugar,” she said to her friend, Sue, the other barista on duty, who was currently refilling the thermoses of milk after their recent rush. The fast-paced influx of customers had left Melanie a little drained. She wasn’t used to being on her feet for eight hours a day. But it was better than the intense attraction to her boss, Rafe, driving her mad every day. “Okay.
