I forced a smile. “Um, sure.”
He smiled and I shivered. It was like he knew my thoughts. I shook off my ridiculous fantasies and stood beside him in line.
“You want a muffin?” he asked as we gave our coffee orders, and I shrugged.
“Sure. Blueberry, please,” I said as I rummaged in my purse for my wallet.
“I got this, GoGo,” he said, and I looked up at him.
“Ah, no, that’s okay.”
He leaned down so we were eye-to-eye. “How ’bout you go find us a table? I got this.”
“You don’t scare me, Hyde.”
“Not tryin’ to scare you Indigo. Just trying to buy you a fuckin’ muffin.” He raised an eyebrow. “You gonna let me do that?”
I wrinkled my nose, turning on my heel, and stalking to a table as I mumbled under my breath, “Bossy alpha male biker thinks he’s all bossy and crap. Wants to buy me breakfast and be all sweet even though he’s a bossy biker.”
“You done?”
I jumped a little, spinning to find Jekyll right next to me. “How much of that did you hear?”
He grinned, setting the food and drinks on the table. “That’s for my bossy ass to know.”
“Right. Ah. Sorry.” I took my seat and pried off a piece of muffin. “Thank you for breakfast.”
He chuckled, sitting across from me, and leaning his arms on the table. “How’s Leo feelin’ about the job?”
“Outside of his hero worship of you?” I asked.
“No shit?” He cocked his head. “Seriously?”
“Yeah. Does that surprise you?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re a successful, grown-ass man who’s paying attention to him, of course he’s going to worship you,” I grumbled.
“You don’t like that?”
I sighed, setting my muffin back on the paper. “I don’t know how I feel about it. He’s a trouble magnet, and you’re part of a... gang—”
“Club.”
“Legal?”
“Sure.”
I frowned. “Well, either way, yourclubis notorious, and if he gets caught up in something outside of Potion or gets in the middle of something you’re doing with your club, then I’m scared to death he’s going to end up on the wrong end of a gun.”
“You really think I’d let him get shot?”
“I don’t know you,” I said. “I don’t know what you’d let him do. I can’t get a read on you yet.”
“How so?”
“Well, you seem like an honest, hardworking, and nice person, but you’re also part of a gan—club, that may or may not be entirely legal. I’m trying not to judge, but when you’ve been working with at-risk kids as long as I have, your radar’s up for any kind of bullshit.”
