The Love at First Sight Box Set

killer. He could kick puppies. Maybe he had bad breath or watched True Housewives of Backwoods Kentucky.
But when he smiled at me like that, I imagined all the perfect life choices he must make on a daily basis. The charities he must give all his money to. The little old lady he probably helped across the street. The healthy food he ate, and the exercise he must do to maintain that body.
It was awful.
My fingers twitched, and I dropped the can of pens. Mortification made my face hot at the sound of them clattering to the floor.
"Morning," he said with a smile.
"Wh-what can I get for you?"
He leaned over the counter at the mess of pens, and I caught a brief whiff of him. It wasn't strong enough to be cologne, but I caught it all the same. Just as I had the day before with the scent of the bakery, I filled my lungs with it.
"Unfortunate demise for those pens," he said casually. "And all they did was innocently sit in the jar."
A laugh bubbled up my throat, but I swallowed it down. "They sucked anyway, trust me. Donner Bakery can do better than a basic ballpoint."
His grin widened, and I saw a dimple pop to the left of his lips. Shit, now I was cataloging his facial features, for crying out loud.
"How was the cupcake?" he asked, tucking a hand into the front of his jeans. Again, his forearms were out on display for the entire world to see. A man should be careful when showing those off.
Great, now he had me swooning over his arm porn. I wouldn't be able to look myself in the mirror after this.
"G-good," I stammered, tucking an errant curl behind my ear. "Better than I thought it would be."
"Same. I didn't dare eat in front of you two yesterday in case I needed to spit it out."
"An unforgivable sin in the bakery world," I said gravely.
He tsked. "I never would've been able to show my face here again."
Oh my word, I was flirting with him. And he was flirting right back.
Brad/Chris glanced behind him to make sure there was no one in line, then smiled at me again. "You know, I realized after I left that I didn't catch your name."
I cleared my throat. "Joss."
Just as the realization hit me, that I introduced myself using my nickname, something I never, ever did, I heard the bell over the door ding as someone walked in.
Levi sauntered through the door, grinning widely at me. Internally, I groaned. Sure, that was perfect. My very first real attempt at flirting with a freaking hot guy who was flirting back, and my overprotective but equally handsome best friend had to walk in.
"I'm Andy," he said, oblivious to my mental freak-out.
"Nice to meet you, Andy," I said as quickly as I could before Levi got to the counter. "What can I get for you?"
Levi winked at me, that happy smile still pasted on his face. Andy must have sensed someone behind him because he looked over his shoulder. "Ah, right, I shouldn't hold up the line."
I smiled politely. "It's okay."
Andy rubbed at his jaw. "Well, since you're a seasoned employee now, is there anything you'd recommend on day two?"
Levi's eyes focused on the menu, then he glanced meaningfully down at his watch.
I gave him a level look, unable to glare without drawing attention to the fact that I knew him. And no way was I introducing Levi into this moment. Thankfully, he'd known me long enough that he needed no more from me. He held up his hands and stepped back. Yes, my shift was technically over, but his impatient ass could wait.
"No dill pickle today," I said to Andy. "But the Holy Cannoli cupcake is pretty amazing. So are the almond croissants."
He smiled, digging his wallet out of his back pocket. "The cupcake sounds perfect."
Moving carefully, so I didn't repeat the pen debacle with the baked goods, I pulled one cupcake off the tray and placed it in the container. Once the lid was closed I slid it toward him.
"Two fifty, please."
"Keep the change," Andy told me, handing me a crisp five-dollar bill.
"Thanks. Enjoy the cupcake." I dumped his change into the tip jar. He smiled before he left, nodding at Levi as he walked out.
I swear, I tried not to check out his ass, but it was an actual physical impossibility.
Andy/Brad/Chris had a phenomenal ass. He had a phenomenal everything, actually. He stood roughly around Levi's height, so I knew he was taller than six feet.
"Ahem," Levi said, and I tore my eyes away from Andy's retreating figure. "I'd like four dozen cupcakes, please."
"Too bad," I mumbled.
"Ouch. So much for your stellar customer service skills." Then he smiled. "But hey, look how friendly you were with that guy. You didn't even look like you were in pain when you smiled so politely."
I laughed. I couldn't help it. After that, I had another first. My mouth opened to tell him, to explain why that was, but then I closed it again when the words didn't want to come out comfortably, when they didn't slide out naturally. As I stared at Levi over the counter, I realized I didn't want to confide in him about this.
It felt like … like I was doing something wrong, to tell him that a man I didn't know made my stomach do somersaults. Or that I managed to flirt without any embarrassing incident, pens aside.
Lightly, I shrugged one shoulder. "What can I say?" I told him, "I'm a pro."
"For real, though, can I get one of those pecan rolls? They look amazing."
I sniffed haughtily. "That's because I made them."
"Nice work, Sonic." I boxed it up and accepted the bills he handed me. Immediately, he opened the box and took a greedy inhale. "I hope you don't expect me to share."
Shaking my head, I backed up and turned toward the kitchen. "I'd never expect that. Hang on, let me get someone up here,