I know.??
I was grinning as I exited the app. I really needed to check my emails, but, after one glance at Daniel’s face, I knew it wouldn’t happen. He was wearing what Sela and I called the “impatience” face. He even had his arms crossed over his chest.
“Done?” he asked.
“Done.”
Without another word, he held his hand out for my phone.
Oh, this shit was going to get oldquick.
I rolled my eyes and placed my phone in his palm. He held my purse out to me, barely waiting for me to grab it before he exited the kitchen and strode down a short hall I hadn’t seen last night.
I assumed he wanted me to follow even though he didn’t say anything and trailed after him. He opened the door to a three-car garage. One bay held a riding lawn mower and a side-by-side. The middle bay held a low-slung car covered by a gray drape. The closest spot held a pristine Range Rover in dark green.
“Nice car,” I commented as I walked around to the passenger side and opened the door.
“Thanks. Try not to fuck it up in your revenge, please.”
“No promises.”
I thought I heard him chuckle, but he shut his door at the same time, so I wasn’t sure.
I paid close attention as he turned out of the driveway, making a note of which direction we were going. Luckily, the road he lived on headed straight into the center of Devil Springs. It took nearly fifteen minutes to get there, so he didn’t live very close to town, but, if I had to find my way back, I would only have to follow the road.
As he drove down the main street, I was half-tempted to roll my window down and wave at everyone I saw, but, since I wasn’t sure what other sort of supernatural beings might live here, I decided drawing attention to myself might be a bad thing.
“Do you like pastries?” Daniel asked me abruptly, interrupting my musings on the type of creatures that might live in Devil Springs.
“Definitely. It might be one of my favorite three food groups.”
He only shook his head as he turned into a parking spot. “I’m not going to ask what the others are.”
“That’s fine. I’m not going to tell you anyway.”
This time I did hear his chuckle. He climbed out of the SUV and I followed, bringing my purse. While I’d told him it was his duty to feed me and provide me with coffee, I had no intention of letting him buy my breakfast.
Assholes didn’t get to buy me things. Unless it was something big and expensive, then I’d let them buy it and still not forgive them.
He opened the door to a coffee shop for me, gesturing for me to go first.
Daniel smirked at my arch look but didn’t say anything as I swept past him into the warm interior. As soon as I entered, I smelled sugar, butter, and coffee. Maybe even a hint of cinnamon. It was the best thing I’d probably ever smelled.
“What is this place?” I whispered in awe.
“The best bakery in town. They also have the best coffee.”
I inhaled deeply, letting the aromas of baked goods and rich coffee wash over me. “I haven’t even tasted it yet and I believe it.”
He brushed by me to the counter.
A small woman with a sunny blonde ponytail stood on the other side and smiled up at him. “Hey, Mayor. You’re later than usual today. Want a Danish?”
Mayor? He was themayorof this crazy town?
“Give me one of everything left in the case, Marjorie,” he answered, reaching in his back pocket for his wallet. “And the biggest…” he trailed off and turned toward me. “What do you drink, Carina?”
I blinked at his use of my full name. For the first time in my life, I liked the way it sounded when someone else said it.
