I take down the second venison taco just as quickly and with as much pleasure. The chorizo one is next, and I curse, having forgotten how good actual Tex-Mex really is. The coffee is mid—high praise for a Seattle coffee snob such as myself—but as I start in on the cheese and egg taco, I know I’ll be back.
Tomorrow. We’re coming back tomorrow.
For the breakfast taco.
Sure, whatever you have to tell yourself.
I don’t know why my damned wolf is dying to get to know this raven shifter right after I said I wasn’t going there.
But, but, but… he’s so pretty.
Shut it, wolf. This is just a dry spell. Calm all six of your tits.
I can feel Poe’s eyes on me, so I send a brief glance in his direction. He snaps his head one way, then the other, giving me a thorough up-down.
Goddess, I love that sexy, twitchy thing avian shifters do.
“See anything interesting?” I ask through the last bite of the egg and cheese deliciousness.
Turning my head, I catch a bit of blush on his cheeks.
He holds up his hands and steps back. “Apologies. I forget others don’t see all the colors I do, and your hair is stunning. Though… maybe you see even fewer colors than humans do.”
I shake my head. “I’ve got the full human color spectrum in this form. What does my hair look like to you?”
“You must have a lot of ash in it.”
“I do.”
“That explains it. To my eyes your hair is a brilliant, iridescent rainbow,” he says on a sigh. “And you’re sitting in the sunlight, so it’s even more beautiful.”
I stifle my smile. “Thank you.”
My crow ex had loved my hair for the same reason, and I used to sit in the sunlight for her all the time. Not sure why I did that now. Habit, I guess.
Or maybe you were trying to get this pretty boy’s attention.
Shut up.
Trying to redirect the argument with myself, I look around. “This is a nice place. I’m surprised you don’t have more people here.”
He grins. “It’s still before six-thirty.”
I check my watch. Six-twelve.
Plenty of time for what you have in mind.
Shut. Up.
Ignoring the internal battle with my inner horndog, I unwrap the bean and cheese taco, then tear it in half and approach the counter.
Setting one of the halves in front of him, I ask, “Will you help me? I won’t be able to finish this on my own.”
Is this what passes for flirting, Thorin? Pathetic.
Grrrr.
Poe slides his hand out and swiftly pulls back the offering, grinning as he takes a bite.
