He looks at Brianna.
Then back at me.
“Right here.”
My cheeks warm. “Okay.”
He hesitates.
For a second, his gaze drops to my mouth.
Last night flashes between us.
Heat. Floor. His voice in my ear.
Then he turns and walks outside.
I watch through the window as he moves a few steps down the sidewalk, shoulders tense under his cut. He positions himself where he can still see the front half of the café.
A delivery van eases up to the curb, blocking part of the window.
Brianna’s fingers curl around mine.
“He likes you,” she says.
I look back at her. “This is not the time.”
Her mouth trembles.
Then, slowly, it curves.
Not much.
Barely anything.
But wrong.
Every hair on my arms rises.
“Bri?”
Her grip tightens.
Too tight.
“I told him you’d come,” she says.
My blood stops.
The hallway behind me shifts with movement.
I turn.
Landon steps out from the back hall with two men behind him.
Fake smile.
Expensive watch.
