“Whose fault is that? I told you, you’re but a therapist away from a good time.”
“Shut up,” she groaned, pushing him back toward his side of the booth. “You’re so full of shit.”
“You’ve thought about it.”
Maybe it was the caffeine rush, maybe it was the four chapters of smut she’d consumed before he sat down, but she bit.
“Aren’t you here with your girlfriend?”
Milo shook his head. “I told you?—”
“Yeah, yeah,” she muttered. “Casual. It’s all very Summer of Love.”
He took another sip of her coffee, wrapping his hand around the mug.
“You know, a little oxytocin would do you a world of good.”
“I get plenty of oxytocin, thank you,” she muttered, attempting to pry her mug back from his hand.
“Sure,” he said, lowering his voice as he pulled the mug back. “But does your vibrator tell you what a good, good girl you are?”
Her jaw fell open. She resented the laugh that rumbled through his chest.
“Oh, god,” Chloe said as she returned. “What did the degenerate say to you?”
“Nothing,” Milo said, smirking. He drained what was left of her coffee, waving down their server. “Can she get a fresh pot? This one was a little fried.”
“No problem,” the server said, flashing the kind of smile Hanna imagined every woman in San Francisco gave Milo.
“The coffee was fine,” she protested.
“We’re aiming higher than fine, Arizona,” he said, scanning the menu. “You eat yet?”
“I’m just taking a quick break between calls.”
“That’s a no,” Milo said to Chloe. The server returned, setting a fresh mug of coffee down between them. “Can I get the breakfast sandwich, double bacon. She’ll have the Denver omelet, extra bell pepper, if you could.”
Hanna sighed. “Do you fucking study me?”
“He does,” Chloe said. “He does it to everyone.”
“Big Red here will do the French toast, no whipped cream… and it’s June, so peak berry season, strawberries on top, please?” The server scribbled their order down before fading into the kitchen, no doubt forming conclusions about the three of them that amused Hanna.
“While we wait,” Milo said, leaning back in the booth and pointing to the book. “I need one of you to explain knotting to me.”
Hanna choked on her coffee, delighting him. Chloe smacked him on the arm, but gave him a charming wink.
“I’ll draw you a diagram later.”
“You look cute!” Sara said, tapping Hanna’s shoulder as she brushed behind her in the kitchen. “New dress?”
“New to me,” Hanna said. “I went thrifting with Milo and Chloe yesterday.”
Sara reached for a banana swinging from the hook behind her.
“Y’all fucking or what?”
Hanna coughed, her cheeks heating. “They are. I’m just third wheeling.” Hanna left out the part about Milo offering to include her in the fucking portion of things. Sara would have never let that go. Not that she’d been thinking about it every second of every day—and not that every time she saw him she was halfway out of her clothes already.
