CHAPTER FIVE
Bryce watched SanFranDani tug surreptitiously on the waistband of her baggy sweats. He bit back a smile. Nice hips. But what she wore...
She looked like a kid who’d dressed with her eyes closed or a coed slumming in her boyfriend’s clothes. Obviously, she didn’t care what kind of impression she made on him.
He didn’t know if he found her confidence attractive or insulting.
They stood and made their way to the end of the line in front of the counter. “What will you have?” she asked.
“Two shots Americano.”
She pushed her sunglasses on top of her head to read the menu. “Breakfast?”
“No, thanks.”
“Sure?”
As Bryce stared into her sparkling blue eyes, he suddenly wasn’t sure about anything. Where had those beauties come from? “I’m not hungry.”
She stepped up to the counter
