“By any chance, do you have any more of these?” Sloane asks, holding up one of the donuts from the ground.
“No,” she says slowly. “Sorry, we’re all out.”
“Shame,” he sighs, taking another bite. He makes a face. “Should these be crunchy?”
“No...”
He shrugs. “A little dirt never hurt anyone.”
“Sorry about him. He was dropped on his head as a baby.”
“Hey,” Sloane protests. “It was one time! And my mom said I was fine.”
“Shut. Up,” I growl before looking back to the girl behind the counter. “Any chance we can put in a special order?” Because I know Sloane won’t stop bugging me about getting more if I don’t.
“I can see what our baker can do. We already do a custom order for one of our regulars, I’m sure a few more won't be a problem."
“Shit,” Sloane mutters. “Uh. Might that regular customer be the one who just left not too long ago with a box?”
“Maybe, why?” She narrows her eyes, then they widen. “Oh my god, did you steal that from her?”
“No,” he protests, defensiveness in his tone. “We didn’t take them. Shedroppedthem.”
“And you ate them off the ground?” She wrinkles her nose.
“Have you never heard of the five-second rule?” he asks her.
It was more than five seconds if we’re being honest here, but I don’t say that because I’m already embarrassed to be standing next to this man right now. My man, my Alpha. Fuck me.
“We’ll be back tomorrow.” I grab Sloane by the arm, dragging him out of the bakery and across the street to our truck. I shove him up against the driver's door and get in his face. “Are you high?” I growl.
He chuckles. “Maybe just a little.” He grins. “Might have grabbed a joint instead of a cigarette.”
“Fucking hell,” I sigh, shoving off him. “Give me the keys and get into the passenger side.”
“Yes, Sir.” He salutes me, winks, then jogs over to the other side.
We get in, and I start the truck up. “So, where are we going now?”
“Back to the hotel. No point in drawing any more attention to ourselves. We’ll figure out a way to talk to Lexi again.”
“We could take a page out of your stalker handbook and stake out the bakery. If she’s a regular and coming back for more donuts, that's our chance. And because we just made an order ourselves, it will be a coincidence that we are there. And not at all creepy stalkerish.”
“You suck,” I mutter, pulling off onto the road.
“I could if you ask me nicely.” He bites his lower lip, giving me a seductive look. Or maybe he’s just really stoned.
With a grunt, I shake my head. “No.”
He pouts. “You’re no fun.”
“You think you deserve to suck my cock, Sloane?” I growl, my hands tightening on the wheel.
“Uh, yeah.” He blinks.
“You were a smartass back there. I don’t think so.”
“Better to be a smartass than a dumbass,” he snorts, laughing like it’s the funniest thing in the world.
