Yeah.She’s about to find that out the hard way.
Chapter4
Megan
Touring Arrhythmia with the Sheriff isn’t as bad as I thought it’d be.
Sure, I still feel like I’ve been dropped into some paranormal Twilight Zone, and yeah, the naked Gnome incident is going to haunt me for life—but overall?
This place?It’s actually kinda charming.
In a lawless, magical misfit kind of way, of course.
Our first stop is a café calledBean Me Up, and I’m already judging it for the pun.
But the second I take a sip of my latte, I change my mind.I mean, I nearly moan because it’s that freaking good.
“This is fantastic,” I murmur, holding the warm cup in both hands like it might tell me all its secrets.
“Yeah, Jenny does a great job,” Owen says, nodding toward the counter like it’s no big deal.
I follow his gaze and—okay, Iblink.
Hard.
Because behind the espresso machine is a barista withsix arms, glowingturquoise eyes, and a goldenauralike she walked straight out of a Renaissance painting done on acid.
Two arms froth milk.One waves at me.Another gives Owen a thumbs up.
The last two are apparently plating pastries and tapping on the register at the same time.
Shewinksat me.
Right.Of course she does.
Demi-goddess barista.
Totally normal.
I look back at Owen, who’s sipping from a large, iced espresso like the world isn’t absolutely bonkers.
“What’s in that?”I ask.
He swallows, sets the glass down.
“Triple espresso.Three sugars.Lemon rind.”
My eyebrow lifts.
“Lemon rind?”
“It’s refreshing,” he says with a little shrug and a grin that should be illegal.
I smirk.
“No, I know, I just didn’t peg you for the espresso-with-a-twist type, Sheriff.I figured you for the black coffee, burnt-toast breakfast kind of man.”
“We gotculturein the sticks, Agent, don’t you worryyer perty little head none,” he says, thickening his drawl so much it could butter a biscuit.
