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We’ve all already ordered.” Her voice sounded right. But, something gnawed at my brain. I pushed back my chair and stood.
    Since I was late, I had to go and order all by myself. I grabbed a tray and eyed the strawberries Romanoff. It was one of my favorite treats, so I had to indulge, since celebrating my birthday was still on the agenda. The smells of warm quiches and savory breads wafted through my senses as I traveled through the line. My fingers reached out to add a raspberry scone and some orange juice when I noticed him again. Curiosity got the best of me when I felt my magic react this way towards someone else. Could he be like me? Probably not, or at least I would never know, because I would have to be brave enough to go talk to him. What would I say?
    Hi….um, do your hands heal things? Also, I’m a sure thing if you want to go home with me.
    I could just imagine that conversation going real well.
    IHHkdjvflkdjfdvvnmjvmvmvMost times I attributed it to some kind of radar, but this sense drew me closer to him. Invoking my brain in the matter seemed wise instead of following the draw of my body to him. The loner guy sitting in La Madeleine sans a hot date. He really seemed to be absorbed in reading something on his e-reader. I wondered what he was reading. I also wondered why I had to stare. He had chocolate brown hair that fell just to his ears and skin that reminded me of someone who was at the beach a lot. I eyed his body once more and thought maybe he was a surfer. I always wanted to learn to surf. Maybe he would give me some private…
    “Excuse me.”
    My eyes quickly focused back on the line and I realized that I had caused a little dilemma for the patrons behind me who were not interested in staring at my loner guy. Without turning around to acknowledge the person behind me, who had evidently complained, I pulled my tray up to the register. I began to pay and I realized he had noticed me. Before I started to flatter myself too much, I remembered the disturbance I had created previously and decided that had probably caused him to look up. Too bad I missed seeing his eye color.
    At our table, I came upon a conversation in progress.
    “I think that he’ll propose before the year is up,” Tabitha contributed.
    “Who are we talking about?” I asked immediately interested.
    “Leo and you, of course,” Jane replied, looking at me as though it was a silly question.
    “What!” Air came short and fast in my lungs.
    “I just barely shacked up with the guy and now you have our wedding planned. You’re all crazy.” I finalized my comment with a huge bite of that raspberry scone. Such sweet bliss.
    “You aren’t getting any younger, Layna,” Cameron kindly reminded me.
    “And he’s been in love with you since you guys met back at school,” Jane added and then continued with, “Really, I’m surprised it took as long as it did.”
    “Okay. That’s enough.” I attempted all the seriousness in my voice I could muster so they would stop. Marriage was not something I wanted to talk about. I also guessed this meant I would not confess to the love vows we’d made in bed last night. Definitely not right now.
     
     
     
     

Chapter Four
     
     
    I finally got back home and settled into a luxurious bubble bath. I knew it was the middle of the day on a Sunday, but I needed it. I just reveled in the sound the little bubbles made as they popped all around me. My golden hair sat scooped up in a bun but still had loose strands that had turned darker from the water in my bath. I couldn’t help but fill it up almost all the way with extremely warm water. It gave me pleasurable chills to just soak. This was one of the benefits of living alone. I could just stop my day and soak in the tub because I wanted to.
    As I lay back and shut my eyes I found myself lost in thoughts about the man at the bar that had caught my fall. What had happened? He had sent my body into sensory overload. Much like the man today at the