Page 3 of Daddy Frost

Finally, with a breath of courage, Delta glanced at Kalen. The interplay of light and shadow on his face from the rising sun highlighted his chiseled features, emphasizing his strong jawline and the piercing gaze of eyes the color of blue diamonds.

I’m just going to pass out now. Delta curled his fingers into the fabric of his back pockets, wondering why Kalen looked so stunned as they stared at one another.

“He’ll have a coffee, too. Make it black. I think his brain needs a jolt since it seems to be stuck on your pretty face,” the guy across from Kalen teased in an equally deep voice, but his voice lacked the seductive effect that made Delta’s heart quiver.

Delta’s face erupted in heat at the compliment, but a low, dangerous growl rumbled like a thunderstorm through Kalen’s chest. “Careful, Quinton,” Sexy Man warned.

Quinton was just as gorgeous, his dark gray eyes piercing. But his beard was trimmed low to his face. It was still nice, but Delta liked Sexy Man’s better.

This coming from a guy who couldn’t grow a beard to save his life. Delta had tried once. The hair had grown in dark patches and itched too badly. His sensitive skin had also broken out in red blotches.

“Just checking to see if your reaction was what I thought it was.” Quinton chuckled, clearly talking to Kalen. “Congratulations, old man.”

That made no sense to Delta. Congratulations for what, and just how old was Kalen?

“Is black coffee okay?” Delta wanted to make sure of Kalen’s order and not just take his friend’s word for it.

Kalen was staring at him as if Delta had three heads and was clucking like a chicken.

“Yeah.” Kalen cleared his throat. “Sounds fine. Thanks.”

“On second thought, I’m ready to order,” Quinton said.

Tearing his gaze away from Kalen, Delta nodded. “Go ahead.”

“Aren’t you going to write it down or use one of those handheld machines?” Quinton looked skeptically at him. Delta really wished everyone would stop doubting his abilities.

“Trust me. I can remember.” He’d been doing this a long time and had a pretty decent memory. He was twenty-five and had been working in restaurants since he was sixteen. So far, he hadn’t met an order he couldn’t recall perfectly.

Quinton smiled. “Okay. I’ll have two orders of pancakes, two orders of sausage—links and patties—with four pieces of bacon, two pieces of ham, a large bowl of grits, two large spinach omelets, no onions, extra cheese, and extra spinach, two toasted bagels, cream cheese on the side—not two halves, but two entire bagels—and a large glass of orange juice. Boom.” Quinton flicked his fingers toward the tabletop. “Tell me you remembered everything I just said.”

Delta just blinked at him. The guy had to be joking. He was almost afraid to ask what Kalen wanted since he was nearly as large as his friend.

“French toast and sausage patties.” Kalen was still smiling warmly at him. Probably because he was expecting his friend to keel over from a heart attack with all that artery-clogging food and was trying to calm Delta down before it happened.

“Delta, your order is dying on the pass,” Roman called out.

It was probably for gorgeous devil’s table, but now all Delta thought of him as was rude. Pivoting, he made a beeline for the counter, thankful to have been pulled out of whatever daze he’d just been helplessly drowning in.

Chapter Two

Their server walked away, and Kalen just sat there, hypnotized by the sway of the man’s hips. They rocked back and forth gently, causing Kalen’s dick to stir in his jeans.

Damn, he’s gorgeous.

“Never thought I’d see the day Kalen Frost froze in front of a cutie.” Quinton chuckled. “Did I guess correctly that the human was your mate, or should I take back my congrats?”

Did Roman just call him Delta? Kalen had been coming to Deep Dish for breakfast for years now. It was the reason why he rarely cooked at home in the mornings. This was his time to relax and enjoy the sunrise before starting his day.

But he’d never seen Delta there before. He must’ve been a new employee.

“Kalen.” Quinton snapped his fingers to get his attention.

“Yeah, that sounds good. I’ll have the same,” Kalen replied absentmindedly. His eyes were still locked on Delta as his mate balanced a tray filled with plates, making his way over to Dale Linx’s table.

Kalen knew the wolf shifter, his mate, and their pups. Despite being somewhat rude at times, Dale was a decent guy overall.

“You’ve got it bad, brother,” Quinton remarked. “Go talk to Roman and see if you can steal him for the day. We can take our ride some other time.”

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