Page 89 of The Vampire and the Barista

“Wouldn’t really recommend the asylum, though,” Adrian said.

“Yeah, maybe not there,” Shelby agreed.

“Don’t forget your shopping trip with Gabe when he comes back,” Hunter reminded him, sitting at the table, pulling Gavin down next to him.

Shelby looked around the table, shaking his head. “I should take all of you shopping.”

“I don’t think these guys know there are other colours out there,” AJ said, looking at the vampire’s black clothes.

“My shoes have colour,” Owen pointed out.

“They are also stupidly expensive, but I must admit they look good,” Taha said, nudging his shoulder.

There was general chatting when Adrian’s phone rang, calling him away.

“I drove you, I can drive you home so you can collect your things,” Ivan offered.

“Thanks, Ivan.”

“I’ll come as well,” Jamie said, downing the rest of his drink. “Adrian, what about Matt?”

“Matt?” Hunter queried, looking at the vampire.

“He’s my mate.”

Hunter grinned. “Congratulations. Does he know?”

Adrian shook his head as he stood up. “No, and I don’t have time to tell him now.”

“I’ll give him your number,” Owen told him.

Adrian smiled. “Thanks.”

Ivan and Jamie both stood. “See you all later.”

The three of them left, just as Matt walked back behind the bar, carrying a box.

Hunter watched as Matt looked towards their table and frowned when he didn’t see Adrian.

“Owen, can you send me Adrian’s number and I’ll go and give it to Matt?” Hunter asked.

Owen pulled his phone out and sent it. “Done.”

As soon as Hunter heard his phone beep, he got up and walked to the bar.

“What’s up, Hunter? Adrian had to leave?” Matt asked, taking bottles out of the box and putting them on the bar.

“Yeah, he’s a doctor and got called away.”

“A doctor?” Matt asked, surprised. “That makes sense. When he came in that time, he said he was helping some car crash victims,” he paused and lowered his voice. “Hunt, he looks like my dream man.”

Hunter smiled. “He feels the same way, which is why I can give you his mobile number.”

Matt grinned. “Really?”

“Oh yeah,” he replied, attaching the number to a message which he sent. “And now you have it.”

“Thanks, Hunt.”