Page 41 of Dreamscape Therapies

I want to know things I'm absolutely not supposed to want to know about a client.

Jay: I'm glad you told me.

I put my phone down, but the smile remains.

I'm sitting in a police station parking lot grinning like an idiot because my client slept through the night. This is fine. Completely professional.

My phone dings again, and I pick it up immediately.

Vincent: You busy?

My heart jumps.

Jay: Not especially. Why?

A few seconds pass.

Vincent: I'm doing inventory at the bar today.

Vincent: Thought maybe I'd celebrate my first full night of sleep with a late lunch.

I read the message twice.

Is he asking me out, or is this just lunch? Does it matter?

No, it doesn't.

Vincent: If you're nearby

Vincent: And hungry

Vincent: No biggie if you don't want to.

Vincent Klein, the intimidating alpha Skinwalker who towers over almost everyone he meets and can walk into a room and make people instinctively move out of his way, is nervous about asking me to lunch.

That's so fucking adorable I might actually die.

Jay: Are you asking me out?

I can practically see him on the other end of the phone, panicking, deleting and retyping.

Vincent: Would you like a free burger?

I grin so hard my cheeks hurt.

Jay: Depends.

Vincent: On?

Jay: Do I get fries too?

Vincent: You're so greedy.

Jay: Is that a no?

Vincent: Get your ass over here, Jay.

My afternoon just got a whole lot more interesting and possibly a lot more unprofessional. I should probably feel guilty about that, but I don't. Instead, I'm already starting the car.