Page 19 of Sweet Heart for the Bear

Sure, we’re already set up with third-party delivery services, but I’ve also got Emilio, a kid fresh out of high school, on standby as our in-house driver.

I just need this damn website to start working so people can actually place those orders.

I tap my fingers against my desk, muttering under my breath.

Please freaking work.

But as much as the website situation sucks, that’s not the real reason I’m holed up in here.

Truth is?

I’m a little mortified that MJ asked that cute-as-hell customer to help me.

I mean, what the heck was she thinking?

He’s not just cute—he’s big, broad-shouldered, and unfairly attractive, with those deep brown eyes that look like they could see straight through me.

And now he’s going to be helping me fix my disaster of a website?

I groan again, dropping my head onto my desk.

This is so embarrassing.

Why couldn’t MJ just let me suffer in silence like a normal business owner?

The sound of someone rapping on the wall has me lifting my head, and—BAM.

I feel like I’ve just entered another dimension.

Because standing in my doorway like he wasplucked straight from the pages of one of my romance booksis Horace the Hottie.

Hands braced on either side of the open door.

Tall, broad, and unreasonably built.

Leaning forward just enough that I get the full effect of his size.

It’s like he knows exactly what he’s doing.

Like he’s some leading man on the cover of a novel I’d one-click without hesitation.

Then—because apparently, he’s not already taking up enough space in my office or my brain—he turns sideways just so he can fit his big-ass shoulders through the entry.

I swallow.

Oh no.

“Hey,” he says, casual as can be, nodding toward my laptop. “I thought I’d check out your site before I head back to work.”

I blink.

Then blink again.

Because what?

“What?” I say brilliantly, because obviously, I have anincredibleway with words.

His lips twitch like he’s holding back a laugh.

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