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“Just like that?”

I looked down at the application she’d dropped off just a few days ago, one of the waitresses having taken it. Hell, if I had taken the application from Korrie myself, I would’ve hired her right on the spot simply from the connection I felt with her alone.

And the truth was, I still would have hired her even if she hadn’t told me about needing this job, because she had to help her dad out. I wanted her close. It was this strange, sudden, but very strong sensation in me. It was as if this feeling I had toward Korrie was ingrained in my very DNA.

Not having her work for me—not keeping her close—seemed like the worst possible idea I could’ve ever come up with.

“Just like that,” I responded and gestured toward her application, even though she probably couldn’t see it clearly. “You’re qualified for the job. And your references checked out or I wouldn’t have given you a callback.” I stared right into those gorgeous eyes of hers. “And I like your attitude, your personality. I think you’ll fit in perfectly at Lyrics.”

She beamed at me, which had her becoming even more beautiful, because it was this most genuine thing. There was relief on her face that tugged at my heart.

I may not be able to know the future, but what I did know with utter certainty was that this woman was special and that she was meant to be in my life.

CHAPTER 3

Korrie

One week later

Iwas nervous, butterflies in my stomach, palms sweaty, hands shaking, the whole package of anticipation and fear for my first day on the job.

I couldn’t even understand why I was so scared. It wasn’t as if I’d never waitressed before. Although it had been far too many years since I’d done it, it should be like riding a bike.

But as I stood in the staff break room at Lyrics and stared at myself in the mirror that hung on the wall across from the worn, comfortable-looking couch, I knew what I was feeling had nothing to do with the actual job and everything to do with my new boss, Bishop.

I couldn’t stop thinking about him these last couple of days, and when I'd gotten my work schedule, I’d been surprised—and excited—by the fact that Bishop was on during every one of my shifts.

I didn’t want to ignore that I felt something in his presence, this connection, this spark of electricity as we looked at each other. Our first interaction had been so brief in the grand scheme, less than an hour total where we talked before he hired me, but there was something elemental that had moved between us.

I didn’t know if he felt it too, but I wanted to believe something this strong couldn’t be one way. Not to mention the fact he watched me, like he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off me, had heat spiraling through me.

I closed my eyes and breathed, telling myself that I had to get through this, had to be professional and push away any kind of budding feelings, the strongest attraction I'd ever felt to anyone in my entire life.

It didn’t seem realistic, given the fact that we didn’t know each other, and also, he was my boss. I needed this job to help my father, so anything other than professionalism just wouldn’t do.

I opened my eyes and gave my reflection one more stare before taking half of my hair and piling it up, the thick locks heavy and curly as some strands framed my face.

Leaving the staff room, I headed out into the bar area. We weren’t open yet, but I only had half an hour to get myself settled and prepared before the doors opened for the night.

I’d come in for orientation a few days ago and hated that I’d been so disappointed because Bishop hadn’t been the one to show me around. But I’d instantly gotten along with Pyper, a full-time waitress at Lyrics. She was not only friendly but accommodating to my lack of bar experience—since I used to waitress at a diner that didn’t serve alcohol—and had a great sense of humor. And she was encouraging, telling me it was okay to fuck up, because we were humans and everyone here had before.

I was looking over the drink menu again, although I’d memorized the main menu days ago, wanting to be extra prepared. But I needed something to do to keep my mind off Bishop. I hadn’t seen him since I’d shown up at work, and although he was on the schedule, I was surprised at how much I actually longed to see him. And that frustrated me. I’d never felt so off-balance concerning another person—not this kind of off-balance. He made my skin feel tight when he was near, made my heart race with just a look, and I hadn’t been able to get him out of my head since our first encounter.

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