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Weaving through the growing crowd at the outdoor market, Nicole glanced left and right. Just as she was about to give up her search, she spotted the herbs and a host of leafy green vegetables. Harris Farms...that was the vendor she was looking for.
But the baskets were almost empty.
Picking up the pace, Nicole moved to the side, squeezing between the people strolling down the center aisle and the ones perusing items at the stalls.
Almost there...
A few steps from the table, a dark-haired woman cut in front of Nicole and set down the numerous full bags she’d been carrying at her feet. Leaning over the table, she blocked the rosemary basket as she flagged down the vendor. “Do you have more basil? What’s out here is wilted.”
“Pardon me.” Nicole tried to snag some of the rosemary, but the woman calling out to the vendor wouldn’t budge.
Releasing a sigh of frustration, Nicole scooted around her, battling the crowd like a salmon swimming upstream. By the time she made it to the other side of the woman, only one bunch of rosemary tied with a thin red band remained.
As she reached for it, a familiar woodsy cologne and alluring body heat surrounded her like an embrace. Distracted from the basket, she glanced left at the guy standing there. It was him.
Stunning coppery eyes met hers, and her thoughts short-circuited, leaving her mouth momentarily uncensored. “You are so...” She barely swallowed the rest of her sentence, preventing it from slipping out. Gorgeous.
“I’m what?” He picked up the last of the rosemary. The corners of his eyes crinkled slightly as his mouth quirked up with a quizzical smile.
Nicole pointed to the tied bunch of herbs in his hand. “You are so lucky. That’s the last one.”
“It is? I guess I am.” The deep tone of his voice settled inside of Nicole, making her tingle from the inside out. As he held her gaze, she couldn’t bring herself to look away.
Stop staring! What was wrong with her? She was acting like he was the first sinfully hot guy she’d ever laid eyes on.
His gaze moved from her face to her free hand, still hovering in the air.
She snatched up some parsley.
Okay, it wasn’t what she came for, but she’d looked silly just standing there practically drooling over him…
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