Oh,” he said, and brought out the hand hiding behind his back to reveal a small paper bag. “And pain au chocolate. Your favorite coffee with my favorite pastry. A delicious combination, if I say so myself.” “So not an attempt to make me fat?” she asked, taking the bag from him, but before she could wrap her hand around the cup, he pulled it back. “Forgot something,” he said, pulling the cardboard sleeve out of his pocket. He held the drink out again, and this time, she saw a smattering of writing on the side that was quickly covered up as he slid the sleeve over it. Glancing up, she saw him wink and then he was backing away, a smile still on his face. What is he up to? “Have a great day, Ms. Spencer.” As soon as he was out the door, she didn’t waste time in pulling the sleeve back down to see what hidden message he had for her. If it hadn’t been quite so shocking, Reagan was sure she would be laughing at his audacity, but the fact of the matter was that Evan’s message had the complete opposite effect.
