Marksman POV

He looked down at the bakery bag and smiled. “If that is a macadamia caramel tart in that bag, then I might just have to kiss you.”

Ember’s cheeks warmed with pleasure. “Are you allowed to do that?” she asked, leaning closer to whisper to him across the counter. “I mean, while you’re in uniform and all?”

“Does that turn you on?” he asked, his voice low and deep and he too leaned forward until there were mere centimetres between them.

Ember nodded slowly and wet her lips. “A bit.”

He chuckled and pushed back, looking up at the security cameras aimed right at them.

Ember sighed and...