Chapter Eight
The next day, Tavishapproached the coffee shop a few minutes before they opened.An older lady tapped her foot, clearly impatient.When she became aware of his presence, she paused and squinted up at him.
“I remember you,” she said.
Her antsy energy amused him.“I remember you, as well.Hard to forget such a beautiful lass.”
She preened, like a peahen spreading her feathers to show just how pretty she was.“Are you new to the pack?”
“Visiting.I’m here for my mate.”
“Who’s your mate?”
Tavish pointed to the coffee shop.“Mairi Monroy.”
“At least it’s not Keegan.”
“What’s wrong with Keegan?”
“Nothing,” she sniffed.“I just don’t want you to take my barista.She’s the only one who knows how to make my butterscotch coffee exactly how I like it.”
“Ah,” he said.“I completely understand.You had me at butterscotch.”
The door unlocked and Keegan smiled at them as she flipped the CLOSED sign to OPEN.
“Good morning,” she greeted.
“About time you opened,” Mrs.Smyth said with a jut of her chin.
Keegan winked at him and stepped back to allow the older woman inside.He followed, waiting patiently until she got her butterscotch latte and marched out the door.
“Well, she’s a character,” he mused.
“I think you mispronounced menace,” Mairi said dryly.
“She’s not so bad,” Keegan murmured as she looked back and forth between them.“I sense a lot of repressed sexual tension.”
Mairi’s eyes went comedically wide and her mouth gaped like a fish.
“I can’t speak for Mairi, obviously,” he stated, unable to help tease his mate.“But let me reassure you, I desire her very much.She’s beautiful.Tenacious.She obviously loves her family.I’m starting to see all the characteristics that make her special.”
