Free Flavor Of The Month (Kiss & Tell Book 2) by Tori Carrington

to the shop to serve coffee to others.”
    “Maybe you should consider changing your hours.”
    She raised her brows. He wasn’t…surely he couldn’t be…was he suggesting something that would stretch their connection beyond this one moment of attraction?
    “Hmm,” she said, pushing the ridiculous thought aside. He was teasing her. He always seemed to be teasing her. “I don’t think my customers will go for being served morning coffee at three in the afternoon.”
    “Noon, then.”
    Reilly took a step backward before the desire to kiss him could hit her full force again. “Are you trying to run me out of business, Ben Kane?”
    “Nope. I’m just trying to chase you closer to me.”
    She searched his eyes. A cheesy line, no doubt. But did he mean it? He couldn’t possibly mean it.
    She figured the safest possible reaction would be to ignore her first reaction. “Help me carry this stuff inside, will you?”
    He shook his head. “Leave it.” He tucked her left hand into his right arm. “I’ll send a couple guys out to get it. You—” The way he effortlessly led her toward the door to the restaurant, you couldn’t tell that he was nearly dragging her. “I want to show you something.”
    Reilly gave up and merely dragged her feet. “Does it involve your staff?”
    He chuckled warmly. “Only if you want it to.”
     
     
    “S OMEBODY’S BEEN tampering with our orders.”
    The instant Ben and Reilly had entered the back of the restaurant, Lance had descended. “Explain ‘tampering.”’
    Lance tapped a pad he was holding. “Simple. Somebody—outside—has been accessing our orders via the Internet and changing them with our suppliers. At first I thought it might be someone here, but I got a hold of a friend of mine at the brewery who knows his way around a computer and he said that the Tia Maria order that was changed was done from a remote terminal with no footprints, not from his computer or ours.”
    Ben had to tear his gaze away from where Reilly had wandered into the restaurant proper. “Interesting. Do you have any idea who would do that?”
    “Nope. I was hoping that’s where you would come in.”
    He didn’t have a clue who would want to do something like that.
    “At any rate, I have an understanding with our suppliers that they’re to print out our orders the instant they receive them and that they stand as initially put through unless they hear directly from us with an invoice number.” He tucked the pad under his arm, following Ben’s gaze to Reilly. “Who’s the lady?”
    Ben blinked at him. “Ask me again later.”
    Lance held up his hands. “Hey, you don’t have to ask me twice to leave you alone.” He grinned. “I’ll be out back.”
    After Lance made a silent exit, Ben stood back and watched Reilly walk through his restaurant, his one obsession, his pride and joy. The only thing in his life that had meant anything to him for so long—outside his father—that it felt unusual to want her to like it. To want Reilly to approve.
    She seemed to look with her fingers, running them along the smooth line of the bar, the fine wood of the tables, over the silk of the red and gold tablecloths. Vintage posters of 30s and 40s movies hung on the roughhewn wood walls, multicolored crystal beads draped around them. Mini-electric lamps with fringed, red velvet shades sat in the middle of each table. The decor had changed over the years, but he’d always stuck to a 30s prohibition era theme. A true hideaway from the world outside.
    All but for the wall of glass at the other side of the restaurant that offered up a panoramic view of the Pacific.
    Reilly came to a stop at the glass. And Ben’s gaze had never left her profile as he slowly followed her through the place. His place.
    “It’s breathtaking,” she whispered, hugging her arms around herself.
    He nodded. “It is, isn’t it? I remember going there,” he said, pointing to a spot at the bottom of the cliff, “to fish with