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  Table of Contents

With Us

Copyright

Acknowledgments

Dedication

Affiliate One

Chapter Two

Chapter 3

Affiliate Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Vii

Chapter 8

Chapter Nine

Affiliate Ten

Chapter Xi

Chapter Twelve

Chapter 13

Chapter Xiv

Part Two

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Xvi

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Affiliate Xx

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-2

Affiliate 20-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Ix

Epilogue

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Acknowledgments

Extra handsy thanks to:

My Naughty Cupcakes. I hesitated when someone suggested making the grouping considering I didn't recall anyone else would join. I'm so glad that I listened. It may not be the biggest group in Facebook land, but it'due south the best. You all are wonderful, and I appreciate you lot. Thanks for the encouragement, excitement, and dear. Barrel touches to all!

Brynne Asher and Sarah Curtis, you're both prime examples of how amazing the romance author community is. Thank you for sharing your knowledge, helping with a million questions, and being so supportive! You're both astonishing authors, friends, and people. I'd have lost my listen a million times this past year if information technology weren't for y'all. I'one thousand truly lucky to have you to spend wild Saturdays with.

Fifty and S, thank y'all for beingness an astonishing support system. You're always there for me, and I tin can't tell you lot how much that means to me. I love yous both and then much, and look forward to when we run abroad together.

All the other authors, bloggers, and readers in my life… I couldn't do anything without y'all all. This twelvemonth has been insane, and writing has become my outlet, my haven, and my escape. I could never accurately describe how much the love and back up I get from this community ways to me. Cheers.

A special artistic give thanks you to:

Carmen Lawter for the gorgeous teasers you've made for With Us. Seeing my words displayed so prettily was such a thrill!

Redbird Designs for the insanely perfect cover! Fifty-fifty with the championship modify, you managed to capture exactly what I was hoping for. I'll drool over this cover for the rest of my life. Cheers and so much, you're e'er a pleasure to work with.

And to K—

As always, you lot're my rock. My coffee is stocked, my cyberspace is in place, and my sounding board is as strong as ever. Cheers for still not committing me when the characters who live in my head make me express joy, cry, and sigh. I love you whole bunches.

Dedication

Dedicated to my dad—

For my entire life, you lot've cheered me on. You've supported me. You've never fabricated me doubt myself, and ever told me to try. I'd never be who I am without you, your nurturing dear, and your encouragement.

This yr has been the worst in our lives, just it brought us somehow closer than we already were. Nosotros'll keep facing every day the same style we always take…

With snark, sarcasm, and a twisted equally hell sense of humor.

I beloved you, Dad, and I could never be more proud of you than I already am.

(But I all the same promise you never read one of my books)

Chapter Ane

Spill the Beans

Dahlia

"Excuse me."

The deep voice startled me, making me leap. Instinctively turning, the java beans I was pouring scattered across the metal counter, bouncing with rapid series of pings. "Crud," I muttered, speedily taking in the mess equally I set the bag down. I forced a smiling and rotated to face the customer.

Holy Mother of all things beautiful.

Standing well over six feet, he was by far the almost attractive homo I'd ever seen in real life. Early to mid-thirties, his skin was a rich olive tone, complimenting his java brown eyes and wavy, nighttime hair. His strong jaw and cheekbones were gorgeously masculine, making him look like he belonged in an expensive advertising. It didn't matter what the ads were trying to sell, people would purchase information technology.

His looks, his subtle but fancy lookout man, and his quality clothing all exuded class.

"Can I assistance you?" I asked, starting toward the register. I cringed, my cheeks heating as I stepped on beans, the loud crunch seeming to repeat in the suddenly quiet coffee shop. "Pitiful."

The customer'south eyes were amused, his lips tipped upwards in a dimpled grin.

Strangely, I didn't experience like he was mocking me, though.

He pulled a leather wallet out of the pocket of his blackness slacks. "Tin I have a large coffee?"

"Anything in it, or room for foam and sugar?" At the quick shake of his head, I touched the order screen. "That'll be a dollar 50-seven." I turned effectually and grabbed a cup, pouring the coffee before pushing on a lid. I spun back and took his outstretched money. Opening the drawer, I glanced at the bill he gave me. "Sorry, practice y'all take annihilation smaller?"

He shook his caput once more.

"A card to put it on? I don't have change for this." I tried to hand him the 50-dollar bill back but got nonetheless some other head milk shake.

"A tip," he said, his lips pulling into a grin as he tilted his caput toward the mess of beans. "And an apology for interrupting you lot."

"But—"

"Trust me, information technology'due south selfish on my role. At present you lot'll think me when I'1000 in a rush."

Yeah, like I'm gonna forget him.

"I'1000 not certain," I said with a shrug, setting his coffee on the counter between u.s.. "It's a pretty complicated order."

His eyes widened slightly, his deep chuckle traveling through my body similar a concrete sensation.

Ignoring my unexpected reaction, I gestured to the baked goods in the brandish case. "At least take hold of a snack."

At that place was no ignoring my body's reaction as he brought his mitt to his mentum, his thumb sweeping across his total bottom lip. I held my breath, equally if exhaling would brand him stop.

"What's your favorite?" he asked, notwithstanding scanning the case.

"The lemon poppy seed muffins are popular. And the cranberry orange scones are usually long gone by this fourth dimension."

"That's not what I asked," he said, sadly dropping his hand. "What'south your favorite?"

"I'thou a sucker for the chocolate flake banana muffins," I answered quietly, feeling every bit though I was divulging some deep, intimate particular near myself.

"Th

en I'll take two."

Grabbing a canvas of wax paper, I bagged upwardly two muffins and passed them to him.

So lightly, I was pretty sure I imagined it, his fingers grazed mine as he took the bag. "Thanks." He gave me another dimpled smile.

"You lot're welcome," I whispered. Giving myself a mental kick to the rear, I raised my vocalism to a normal level. "Come again."

He opened the bag and pulled out a muffin, setting it on the counter earlier grabbing his coffee. "I intend to."

Without some other glance, he turned and walked out the door.

All at once, the real world slammed back effectually me. The faded groundwork noises seemed to of a sudden roar to life, reminding me of the other afternoon customers who were seated at tables and couches in the café.

Pretending not to discover the watchful gazes, I fought the urge to smiling or slump to a happy heap.

Instead, I snatched up the muffin, peeled back the pretty wrapper, and took a hefty seize with teeth.

Mmm, nonetheless the all-time.

Theo

"What was that nigh?" Luc asked equally his steps fell in with mine.

I shrugged. "Felt like a cup of java."

"From a shop? What, that fancy machine at your place just a decoration?"

"Why're you and so concerned with my caffeine intake, Luc?" I lifted the cup to my lips, fighting a grimace at the flat bitterness.

"Just surprised to see you jonesing for a five-buck cup."

"1 fifty-seven," I corrected, taking another sip.

And it tastes like it, as well.

Ignoring his watchful gaze, I tossed the paper purse at him. "Plus the cost of a muffin. Don't say I never give yous anything."

"What flavour?" he asked, though he was already pulling it out.

If there was one affair that could temporarily distract him, it was food.

"Banana chocolate bit." I thought about the adult female again, of a sudden regretting not keeping the muffin for myself.

"Phumph," he muttered around a mouthful, using the hand belongings the muffin to point to his lookout man.

I lifted my chin, lengthening my strides.

I'd spent besides long in the coffee shop. Construction and traffic were a bitch in Boston to brainstorm with. At that time of day, everyone in a rush to get out of the city and home to the suburbs, it was gridlocked for hours. We'd parked a few blocks away, making the rest of the trip on foot.

Every bit nosotros'd passed Java Mash, a store I'd gone by countless times, I'd glanced in at the adult female behind the counter. Her blonde hair had been piled high on her head, pocket-sized bits escaping.

Bellissima.

I hadn't thought twice before cutting Luc'south judgement off and telling him to lookout the door. I knew we were already rushed for time. Still, I'd watched for a moment as she'd worked, her movements graceful even in the mundane job. Her mishap with the beans had been agreeable, her furrowed brow appealing, and her full lips fuckable. My body had already been responding despite my efforts to fight it. One time she'd looked up at me with her big, pale green eyes, I'd officially lost the fight.

Just thinking almost her, I institute myself getting difficult once again.

Drinking as much of the coffee as I could tum, I tossed the more often than not total cup in a garbage can as nosotros walked. "Luca."

"Yes?" he answered immediately, not even taking a seize with teeth as he waited for my response.

"Find out well-nigh the blonde barista that was working at the shop."

"Basic groundwork?"

I idea about the way she'd fabricated me feel.

"Everything," I said.

Luc nodded once, pulling out his cell and swiping across the screen. "Give me a solar day or two."

Brothers, though non by birth, Luca got away with things most men wouldn't think nearly. Even so, he knew if I called him his full proper name, the social club wasn't to be questioned.

Pushing all thoughts of the cat-eyed blonde to the back of my head, I refocused equally we approached the role building.

Luc rattled off some numbers for the meeting as nosotros fabricated our way through the entrance hall to the elevator. Pressing the upward arrow, the argent doors opened.

"Wait, how tardily are they?" I asked as we stepped in.

"Late," he emphasized, his brows raised.

Every bit the doors began to close, I looked ahead. A wide smiling spread across my face. "Excellent."

Dahlia

Fighting a yawn, I snuck another sip of my coffee. Truth be told, it was probably more than vanilla syrup, saccharide, and whipped cream than coffee, just information technology did the job.

The before work rush had come up and gone. Minus a few moms popping in on their way to mommy and me classes, some bleary-eyed students, and the occasional stray business person, the shop would remain tiresome until the luncheon crowd filed in for a midday boost.

Everything was stocked, organized, and cleaned so tidy it shined. That left me with a book on my phone, my sugary coffee, and a fight to stay awake.

Grabbing for my drink, I looked upwards equally the door opened. When I saw the human being from the day before, I nearly knocked the cup to the ground.

Oh, that would've been good. Dropped the 'before' version yesterday, makes sense to spill the 'after' one today.

I reached for the stack of cups. "Same every bit yesterday?"

"Please." He smiled as he moved fully into the café. It was so I noticed another man following him.

A flake shorter and bacteria, he had the same olive skin tone and nighttime hair, although his was cut neater. His eyes were lighter, besides, a fascinating tawny brownish, like the colour of butterscotch.

"Can I get yous something?" I asked him, gesturing with the empty cup to the carte du jour lath above my head.

He studied me for a moment, making me wonder if he didn't speak English. Information technology was an eclectic city, people from all nationalities combining cultural $.25 and pieces.

"Large java," he finally said, barely glancing at the menu, "with enough infinite for about half a pound of sugar."

"Got it." I fixed both before setting them on the counter between us. "Anything else?"

The new homo shifted to the side. "Tin can I have a pistachio scone, a blueberry muffin, and…" His eyes scanned the instance before he smiled. "And a assistant chocolate fleck muffin?"

"Brand that two," the other ane added as he pulled his wallet out of another impressively nice pair of slacks.

"Of form." I bagged upward the baked goods, touching the order screen. And touching it again. And over again. Huffing, I blew the hair out of my confront as I leaned downward to printing the power button. I gave both men an apologetic grin. "I'g sorry, information technology freezes like this sometimes." Property the purse out to the man from the day before, I jostled it a little when he didn't have it. "I owe y'all from yesterday anyway."

"No, you don't," he argued, taking another pecker from his wallet.

"I exercise. You're all prepare, sorry once again."

Taking the outstretched purse, his fingers definitely grazing, he dropped some other fifty on the counter and grabbed his coffee.

"But," I started before looking dorsum at his friendly, yet stubborn, expression. Changing my mind, I nodded instead. "Thank you lot. Have a nice 24-hour interval and come up over again."

He jerked his head toward the seating expanse, causing a pocket-sized cluster of girls around my historic period to expect as if they were about to hyperventilate. "I call up nosotros'll sit for a while. It'll give Luc the chance to see if he'southward going to need some other muffin."

I looked to the man who I causeless was Luc, waiting for his comeback. He merely nodded, picking upwardly his cup. "Thanks."

Later on a quick stop so Luc could add what looked like a full pound of sugar to his coffee, the men took a seat at a small table by the window. They pulled out their phones, but seemed to be being productive, equally opposed to scrolling through Facebook.

Pretending to wipe downwards the already spotless space, I tried to sneak a few peeks at the unnamed man. In that location was a powerful edge to him that went far beyond his appearance. Even Luc followed his pb, and he

didn't strike me every bit an Igor type assistant.

The human being's navy bluish dress shirt definitely didn't look like he'd plucked it from the Target clearance rack. The fit was so perfect, accommodating his wide shoulders and chest while not billowing at his trim waist, I had to wonder if it was tailored. The sleeves were rolled a couple times, showing a dissimilar masculine watch. Again, it was far from a superstore buy.

My gaze moved to his strong jaw, full lips, and cheekbones and so defined they'd make a superlative model envious. Reaching his already dark brown eyes, I saw they were almost blackness, his gaze locked with mine.

Disrepair!

I bit back my embarrassed squeak and lowered my caput to resume cleaning, scrubbing at an invisible stain.

Well, at least I'm not feeling tired anymore.

Theo

"I take it that'southward her," Luc said as we sabbatum, a grin in his vocalization. Glancing over at her, he turned dorsum as he unwrapped a muffin. "Pretty. Only in that location are things we should exist discussing that shouldn't be said in a public identify like this."

"So watch what y'all say," I said, my optics wandering over to the women.

"And things that need your total attention."

I looked over in fourth dimension to see him take a large bite of the pastry, following it upwardly with a flash aimed toward the group of women sitting diagonal to united states. Their giggles earned them a smile from Luc, which resulted in loudly whispered conversation.

"You were saying?" I asked.

Ignoring me, he opened my schedule on his phone. "We need to leave here in a half 60 minutes. You want more fourth dimension, I tin can rearrange some stuff, merely in that location are some important… matters you should nourish to personally."

I raised my chin in acknowledgment.

Luc sighed earlier continuing. "I did what digging I could, only without a name or a face, I got nowhere. The face will help, only a proper name would be meliorate."

Every bit Luc ran through my schedule, I felt her gaze on me. I looked over to see her optics slowly moving upward. The deliberate fashion she studied me had me clenching my fists in an endeavour non to move.

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