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I gave her an exasperated look. “There’s an art to avoiding a werewolf. If I pull away too much, he’ll realize what I’m doing.”
“And if you don’t pull away at all, you won’t really be avoiding him.”
“Exactly.”
“Well, good luck. I can’t see the avoidance working out, but I’m on your side anyway.” She winked at me.
I flipped her off, and she laughed.
When I took my gloves off, grabbed a few croissants, and made my way out to the register and seats, every eye in the building turned to me.
I wasn’t used to being stared at in Wildwood… but I was used to being watched by vampires. Many, many vampires. So honestly, it wasn’t a huge deal.
I pretended they weren’t there.
If news of our conversation and pictures of us circled the city, what did it really matter? The vampires looking for me undoubtedly knew where I was. The more they saw Madd with me, the more untouchable I would seem. Hopefully, it would somehow scare them into sending Sienna after me.
She hadn’t been willing to leave… but they knew the three of us were attached to each other.
Madd was sitting at the table furthest from the counter, with two coffee cups in front of him.
Even my coworkers stared at me as I made my way out from behind the counter, then through the crowd.
They parted for me, and Madd’s eyes were moving over my figure when I made it through the biggest wave of them.
“You didn’t text me,” he said, as I sat down.
“I answered when you texted me, though. That seemed like enough.”
He slid one of the coffees over to me, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
I handed him two croissants, on a napkin. One was plain, the other was ham and cheese. I’d mentioned the latter on our first, well,date, and I wanted to see if he remembered.
Was I testing him?
Maybe a little.
Considering the situation, I didn’t think it was a bad thing to do.
“You put yourself in my phone as Archer,” I said, sipping my drink. A wave of sugary, creamy goodness made me groan softly.
Madd’s eyes heated.
Something told me his mind was going back to his truck, the day before.
“Why did you put your first name in?” I prodded. “I’ve never heard anyone who actually knows you call you that.”
“My family did, before they died in the war with the humans. If I get to use your family’s nickname, you get to use mine.”
Well, that was sweet.
He was making it really hard to avoid him.
“Alright.” I took another sip of my coffee.
At least I had the sugary goodness. That would make my avoidance-failure more tolerable.
“Are these the famous ham and cheese croissants?” He lifted one up, checking it out.
