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“A-Adam?” he asked, breathless.

I nodded. “Brent?”

He returned the nod and rounded the table.

Then his arms were around me. I was enveloped in the scent of my mate.

“Finally…” I breathed.

Chapter 10 - Brent

My brain kept going in circles as I walked to the coffee shop.

My instincts wanted me to turn around and wait until my omega walked into the TechSpeed building. But that was a fast-track to getting the cops called on me and being removed for trespassing.

Then there was the part of me that was confused. It felt odd to be walking to a coffee shop to wait for an employee. Dylan could have told me that his SaaS guy—Adam—would call to set up a meeting. Was there a reason he wanted me to wait for him instead?

Still, if I could use the opportunity to get back inside, I would take it.

I was so close to having my mate in my arms.

The Daily Grind was busy, but not as packed as it could have been. Part of me assumed that it was because the area workers were starting to back off for tourist season, while the bulk of the tourists had yet to arrive.

But a small voice insisted that it was slow because fate wanted to ensure I found a table.

I ordered an iced chai latte, then found a seat with a good line of sight to the door.

My phone provided a temporary distraction, but I soon wished that I’d brought something to work on.

The jitters were back, and every second that passed was another that I wanted to find my omega.

The clock over the counter read two forty-five. Dylan’s claim that his SaaS guy would be back any time had turned into almost an hour.

My chai was gone, and boredom had started to set in.

I was about to call and let him know that I would need to reschedule when a text arrived.

Adam should be headed over in just a few minutes. You’re still at The Daily Grind?

I sent back a confirmation, then decided I would order another drink. It was as I was placing my order that something inside said to get the matcha as well.

I just had to hope that it wasn’t some prank that went around the office, and that it was really what this Adam drank.

The clock ticked past three, and I had started to wonder if he was still coming.

The bell over the door tinkled, and I turned to see him.

Omega… Mine…

He was beautiful, brown hair cut in a fade. He was on the soft side of average, and was the perfect height to tuck into my arms.

I suddenly understood the coffeeshop detour. Dylan had noticed my fingers twitching in his office every time the AC turned on. Which meant…

How long had my poor mate suffered like I had?

Somebody trying to leave edged behind him, and that seemed to spur him to move toward me.

I started to stand. “A-Adam?”