Especially if I smell like his favorite drink.
“I should get back,” he says. “Our first appointment is in five minutes.”
“Oh! For sure,” I say, ignoring the disappointment that churns in my gut. “Thank you for the coffee.”
Just one more minute, my inner Omega begs.Just one more minute with him.
Which is a ridiculous reaction. I’ve known the Alpha for less than two days.
“You’re welcome,” Logan says, his golden eyes warm and kind. “And if you have any other questions, you can always pop by and ask me. I don’t mind. I was caught off guard yesterday.”
I look at him in disbelief, an eyebrow raised. “I usually have ten thousand questions.”
“It’s fine with me,” he says. “I usually have a million answers.”
It would be clever if anyone else said it, but from Logan, I have a sneaking suspicion it’s true.
“So, what, you’re like a cat super genius or something?” I tease, and he does another gentle huff-laugh. He rubs the back of his neck, an adorable gesture, and my heart warms.
“I wouldn’t saythat,” he mumbles.
I open my mouth to tease him again, to steal another ten seconds of his time, when a crash interrupts me.
A pile of folders falls to the floor, and Alvin flies off the counter and sprints to the backroom.
“Damn it!” I hiss. “I left his treats on top of the papers.” I round the reception area and frown when I see the treat container spilled open, little fish flavored kibbles scattered across paperwork strewn on the floor. I crouch and begin to clean up the mess, sighing at my carelessness.
Those salmon treats are potent and addicting to cats. They can make the most scared or angry feline turn warm and docile.
I helped lure Ginger, Coral, and Pumpkin into their carrier with them, and I got distracted when I saw Logan, forgetting to put them out of Alvin’s reach.
“Oh, Alvin,” Mari sighs, beginning to kneel to help me.
“I got it, Mari,” Logan says, his voice almost in my ear. He’s by my side in a second, his broad frame only inches from me, helping gather papers.
His scent blooms around me, warm and delicious, and I hold my breath. When he hands me a folder, his warm hands brushing mine, my womb cramps.
I need more of Piper’s minty gum to drown out his scent.
I’m about to invest in a case of the stuff.
“Thanks,” I squeak, standing quickly and turning away from him. “I’ve got it from here. You said you have appointments soon, right?”
“Yeah,” he says slowly from behind me.
“Cool! Thanks for the coffee. I have to start preparing breakfast for everyone.” I rearrange the papers frantically, not caring that they’re not in order.
I just need Logan to leave so that my core can stop clenching on nothing.
This is embarrassing.
I don’t even have this reaction with Ivan, even though he smells mouthwatering.
What the hell is going on?
Pack leader, my inner Omega whispers.He’s the pack leader.
But there is no pack.
