“Good morning,” he says, clearing his throat. “You’re here early.”
“Oh, yeah,” I say, butterflies making my stomach flip. “Our three ginger girls were adopted—I was saying goodbye to them.”
Subconsciously, I take a step toward him. He smells just as I remembered—delicious, spicy, and pure Alpha.
Despite the embarrassment from yesterday, I still long to be in his presence.
“Ivan told me about them,” he says gently. “You made a video about them, right? And people from all over the country wanted to adopt them?”
I smile proudly. “I did. Everyone wanted the cats. I’m going to miss them, though.” I wipe quickly at my eyes, hoping he doesn’t notice how misty they are. “Saying goodbye is always the hardest part. It’s the right thing to do, but a part of me wishes I could keep them forever.”
His eyes dart to my lips, then fall to the iced coffee in his hand. “I know the feeling,” he murmurs. “What you’re doing for the cats is nice. You’re…you’re very kind.”
His compliment and shyness endearing, and I’m starting to think maybe I didn’t ruin my chance with him after all.
“Thanks,” I chuckle, smiling wider at his bashfulness.
But he’s still staring at the coffee, almost frowning at it.
“everything okay?” I ask.
His mouth twists, and his eyes meet mine. They’re warm, swimming with emotion and vulnerability.
They’re lovely.
“I owe you an apology,” he says, his low voice soft. “I was rude.”
I nod. “You were,” I say, just as soft. “But I also was asking some silly questions.”
He shakes his head. “It’s not an excuse. I was still a jerk to you.” His mouth is formed into a thin line. “I was crass and dismissive.”
I quirk my lip and shrug. “I mean, you said it, not me.”
He opens and closes his mouth, looking unsure. “Um…”
“I’m messing with you,” I say lightly. “Apology accepted, I promise.”
Then, something wonderful happens.
Logan, with his razor-sharp jawline and handsome face,blushes.
It makes me like him even more.
“I also have a peace offering for you.” He holds out the iced coffee, his cheeks pink. “With hazelnut milk and a pump of cinnamon?”
My eyes widen as I take the cup from him. “Now, your apology isreallyaccepted.” I take a giant sip of the coffee and close my eyes in bliss. “I totally forgot to stop by the café this morning,thank you,” I sigh.
My inner Omega purrs in delight. An apology along with a present?
She couldn’t be happier.
When I open my eyes, Logan is watching me, his eyes fixated on my mouth.
He swallows, and I raise an eyebrow, waiting for him to say something.
“You’re welcome,” he croaks.
Oh. This attraction definitely isn’t one-sided.
