Chapter 72

Not that he knew what the hell he was doing with Drew, anyway. The little pixie was sonot his type. Of course, he didn’t have a type, not anymore. Still, he couldn’t deny Drew was very cute. Every time that unruly hunk of hair fell into his eyes, Mark had an urge to wrap it around his finger and flip it out of the way so he could look directly into those dark as coal eyes.

Shaking his head at his own thoughts, Mark parked in front of Java Central. Apparently the seaside village didn’t get a lot of visitors on Wednesday afternoons because the place was nearly deserted.

He entered the shop and immediately looked for Drew, hoping he would not be too late. Some people, himself included, would leave within five to ten minutes if their appointment didn’t show.

To Mark’s relief, which surprised him, Drew sat in the same corner of the coffee place as last week, sipping from a cup and reading from an electronic reading device. He hadn’t seemed to notice Mark.