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want! A smile creeps across my features at the thought. How pissed is Ryan right now though?
     
    “I felt it too.” A deep masculine comes from behind me. Something familiar tugs at me. I ignore it, assuming he’s talking to whoever he’s shopping with. I continue picking up and squeezing avocados for ripeness. The man clears his throat and repeats “I felt it too, Elle.” I whip around, ripe avocado in hand and come face to face with those amazing hazel eyes. The air in my lungs whooshes out of me before I can form words.
    “I... excuse me?” I stutter. His eyes are trained on mine. I feel like I’m in a trance, frozen in my spot.
    “When we shook hands. Whatever that feeling was. I felt it too.” He leans against the tomato display picks one up and tosses it in the air once then catching it. “I’ve been thinking about it ever since.”
    He’s much taller than me. Over six feet, and his tee shirt is taught across his broad shoulders, the muscles of his chest outlined by the thin fabric. His arms rippled with muscles from his shoulders to his wrists. His narrow waist is highlighted by his drawstring running pants and his sneakers are untied. It makes me smile. I force myself to look back to his eyes. He’s smirking at me and one lone dimple is etched in his face. His jaw line is strong and masculine. He’s like an Abercrombie and Fitch model from the nineties all grown up.
    “Elle?” His voice is so deep it sends a shiver through me.
    “Sorry. I... ah, it’s Colin right?”
    “Yeah. Colin.”
    “I’m sorry about the other night. It was rude to just run off I guess.” I guess? Jenny help me out here, I am seriously making an ass out of myself.
    “Was it me?” He asks. His face is warm and friendly. Inviting.
    “No, of course not. I just don't hang out much with people. I’m kind of a loner.” I lie. Well it’s true of me now but I used to love hanging out with people. I also realize how pathetic this sounds and wish I could retract the statement.
    “Oh so you probably want me to leave you alone then.” He says despondently. I instantly feel bad. I don’t ever want to see this man frown again. What is wrong with me Jenny? “No, please, did you want to finish shopping together?” I ask hopefully. I want him to say yes, but I know it’s a bad idea. I should let him walk away.  He shoots me a wary but hopeful look. “I’d love to.” The smile he gives me right then sets my mind at ease and unleashes a jar of butterflies into my belly. He picks up his basket from the floor as I tell him the last few things I need.
     
    “So kale, avocado’s, beets, carrots, apples and lemons huh?” He teases.
    “I make a mean green juice, but the avocadoes are for sandwiches.” His arm brushes mine as he reaches over me for a bag of baby carrots and I have to stifle my gasp at the contact.
    “You eat pretty healthy. Do you work out?” He asks.
    “I used to run. I haven't for a while, but I try to eat clean. And no, I’m not a vegetarian or anything. I just eat as many fruits and veggies as I can when eating at home. Going out- all bets are off.” I smile.
     
    He reaches for a package of steaks and tosses it in his basket. “I like meat and potatoes.” He says making a face, then pounds a fist on his chest. A laugh bursts out of me at his bad caveman impression. It surprises me. I haven’t really laughed in such a long time. His eyes crinkle and he lets out a thunderous laugh. It’s pure joy like a serenade and I instantly want to hear it again.
     
    “So, what do you do?” I ask as we stand in the checkout line together.
    “I’m a personal trainer and I teach boxing at my gym a couple blocks over.”
    “That’s why you have so many muscles.” I flirt. Why am I flirting?
    “Have you been checking me out?” He teases. A blush creeps up my neck because I most certainly have. Who wouldn't?
    “Maybe.” I mumble.
    “So what about you? What do you do?” He asks.
    “Um, right now I’m