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disappointed that she’d spoiled his fun. “Dark roast.”
    Boyd continued to scan the menu long enough that Sienna already had Tyson’s drink ready and Jay had rung him up. “And you, sir?” he prompted.
    “Umm…”
    Oh, God . She was going to kill him. Problem was, she knew exactly what he usually drank but wasn’t in the position to say anything or give away that she knew him.
    Jay maintained his pleasant, expectant expression, though by now Tyson had wandered over to top off his cup with half and half and Sienna was about to throw an espresso cup at Boyd’s balding head.
    “Would you like some suggestions?” she prodded.
    “Uh. Well, I’m actually kind of set on what I like…”
    “And what would that be?” Jay asked patiently.
    “Sorry. Your menu is just different from the places I usually go…”
    Enough was enough. “Why don’t you tell us what you order at your usual coffee place and we’ll tell you how to get a similar drink here?” Sienna was proud of how calm—and even a bit disinterested—her voice sounded to her ears.
    “Oh, sure.” Boyd smiled with relief. “That’s a great idea, miss. Thank you. I usually order an extra hot, grande white chocolate mocha with an extra shot and a pump of caramel. With whip. At…Starbucks.” He whispered this last as though speaking the name of the coffee giant might get him kicked out of the café.
    Actually, in some indie coffee houses around town it might.
    Sienna grimaced—she had tried a sip of his concoction once and it had about put her into a diabetic coma. “Yes, sir. We can absolutely do that for you.” Though she wasn’t sure why he would want to do that to himself. She got the triple espresso going then started steaming the non-fat milk as a compromise since Boyd was always trying to lose weight. What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.
    The guys also bought a couple of scones, which were obviously both for Boyd since Tyson didn’t eat gluten. Once they’d paid and left, Jay glanced at the time. There were only a handful of people sitting around, all by themselves and all on their laptops or other devices.
    “We’ll be closing up in five minutes,” he announced.
    There was a flurry of motion as customers started to gather their stuff and unplug cords. Jay walked over to the neon ‘Open’ sign and switched it off. He returned to the counter. “I’ll walk you through closing.” They were the first non-drink related words he’d said to her since Greg had left.
    “Great,” she replied, then, because her character would have definitely got the message by now, she went on, “Hey, Jay, can I ask you something?”
    “Sure,” he said, while pulling a cart out from where it was tucked by the wall. He opened up the pastry display case from the back and started pulling plates of leftover baked goods out one by one and setting them on the bottom shelf.
    “Did I offend you in some way? I mean, I thought we were getting along pretty well, then all of sudden you got really quiet.”
    Jay went still and pressed his lips together. “Sorry about that.” He went back to working without saying anything further and it didn’t escape her notice that he hadn’t answered the question.
    Sienna sighed then let it drop as she looked around for something to do.
    She worked on pulling the carafes and fixings. Meanwhile, the last customer had filed out. Jay went over to the door and locked it up behind her, then drew the blinds on all the windows as well as the door. He must have felt her watching him and said, “I always close them down right away, otherwise people see you working in here and they’ll knock on the door to try to get a last-minute drink.”
    “Really? Even though we’re obviously closed?”
    “Yeah.” He gave a reluctant chuckle, seeming to loosen up a bit now that they were talking again. “It’s almost irresistible for some reason to the types who think they’re pretty special. Happens all the time.”
    “And of