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Café in The Village

Normally, the walk from her loft to the café in Greenwich Village was invigorating, but now that she was 6 months pregnant, it was exhausting. She sat down craving a café mocha and cigarette, but she was going to be a good girl. At least until the baby was born. So she ordered an apple walnut salad and sulked.

“When’s the baby is due?” Asim shot her a disarming smile from the table next to her.

Somewhere in their conversion, he ended up at her table. Cassie felt foolish for flirting, but she couldn’t stop. His tanned Saudi skin and brown eyes had her libido doing back flips. She knew her hormones were in overdrive, but she didn’t care. She wanted him.

After 30 minutes, Asim looked at his watch, and was gone with a quick goodbye. Cassie felt debilitated, until she saw his briefcase. She would get to see him again, she thought to herself. With an excited lunge, she grabbed the briefcase’s handle.

Fortunately, Asim was outside the blast radius, as the explosion leveled the café and surrounding buildings.

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