Page 12 of Knot a Good Idea

He smirks. “Lucky me.”

I roll my eyes and pull out my phone from my pocket. “Sure. So, if you want to give me your number--”

“Right here.” He hands me a business card, made from thick cream paper.Donovan Axtonis printed on it in black font, along with the nameAxton Incorporated. A phone number is printed at the bottom.

“I mean, you could have just told me your number, but I guess this is fine,” I mutter.

I’m doing it. I’m having a normal conversation, even though inside I’m panicking.

I don’t know who this new April is but navigating her is painful.

“Great. Tomorrow at eight o’clock?” he asks, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“I mean, don’t you need my address and all of that?”

But Donovan stands and I involuntarily take a step back. His frame towers over me, tall and broad as I look up at him.

“You’ll text me the details,” he says. “Won’t you?”

I swallow. “Yeah,” I mumble.

“Good.” He gives me a soft smile. “I look forward to getting to know you better, April.” I watch slack-jawed as he walks out the door, coffee and cookie in hand. The bell above the doordingspleasantly while I stand there in shock with his business card.

What the hell did I just agree to?

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DONOVAN

She’s perfect.

Well, perfect for what we need.

It doesn’t hurt that she smells delicious, too.

Cinnamon and brown sugar—a delicate aroma I could inhale for the rest of my life.

I took in her scent greedily, enjoying every moment she stood near me.

And the best part is she didn’t recognize me.

She wasn’t fazed by my credit card. She didn’t try to flirt.

She just didn’tcareabout any of that.

And that’s exactly what my pack and I need.

I expected her to say no when I asked her to dinner, but I’m forever grateful to her friends that obviously wanted her to go with me.

When I’m back at my hotel that evening, she texts me.

Hi, it’s April from the café. Where did you want to meet for dinner?

Meet? She thinks I’m meeting her there?

Absolutely not.

I’ll be picking you up. What is your address?

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