Chapter 232

• Casie lifted her gaze for the hundredth or thousandth time. She wasn't sure, but she knew it was too many. Kaleb Monahan strolled through her shop, observing every detail attentively, while approaching his customers to chat and listen to their opinions about their products, service, and attention.
• She felt evaluated and weighed, which made her nervous, as if she were under a magnifying glass or about to take an exam. Absurd, but that's how it was. Needless to say, every single one of the women who had come to her shop, some several times in these five days that he had been constantly present, in the mornings or some afternoons, had shown little resistance to his smile or his gaze.
• Who could resist turning into jelly or melting under that voice that asked what type of cupcakes they preferred with the same seduction with which he would invite them to bed? Or so Casie supposed, by now feeling that these could very well be ideas from her feverish mind that, on the other hand, only produced a body heat that brought her close to spontaneous combustion.