Page 2 of Vow Of A Fox

While I knew the woman’s reputation in town, the type of items she gave were still strange. I mean, a phone charger? I already had one at home.

Why would I need another?

Even so, I took it.

“Oh. Okay. Thanks,” I said, not knowing what else to say.

Apparently, nothing was needed because Ms. Lynette picked up her pumpkin spice latte and headed for the exit.

Cassie made a noise, and I turned to look at her. Her eyes widened and a smile stretched across her face. “You just got a gift from Ms. Lynette!”

“Yep, a phone charger.”

I picked it up, checking to make sure there wasn’t anything special about it. Didn’t look like it. It looked like a normal phone charger to me, and not even a new one. There was dirt smudged along the white cord.

Cassie nudged me. “You know what this means.”

“Now I can charge my phone while I work?” I teased.

“No.” She rolled her eyes. “You’re going to find a mate soon.”

My stomach somersaulted.

Was that what I wanted?

Sure, I was the only member of the Misfit Shifters who hadn’t found their mate, but it didn’t bother me.

Not really.

“Anyway,” I said, trying to change the subject.

Cassie lifted her hands in the air, her eyes widening. “Okay, I won’t mention it again. All I’m going to say is to be on the lookout for love.”

I laughed, but deep inside, I felt my fox stir. Love was something she wanted, something she’d always wanted. However, it wasn’t something we had any luck finding.

A small rush came through the coffee shop over the next few minutes, for which I was grateful. It kept me busy and kept Ms. Lynette’s odd gift off my mind.

It also kept the whole Xander situation off my mind, too.

He was still out there, lurking around with Lucius’s dark spirit inside him. Not only that, but the releasing phase of the moon was fast approaching, and if I couldn’t come up with a plan to get a feather from his raven soon, it wasn’t going to be good.

Cassie and I danced around one another, making more pumpkin spice lattes than I cared to. Once the rush of customers had passed, we paused and gave each other a look.

“Whew,” she said, blowing out a puff of air. “We got busy for a minute.”

“Yeah, and I think I made my twentieth pumpkin spice latte of the day.”

“Probably. They’re popular.” She chuckled.

“I don’t understand why.”

“Anyway,” Cassie said, with a slight eye roll. She was a fan of the flavor. “I wanted to say thanks again for agreeing to help me out until I find someone else to hire on. You’ve been a lifesaver.The regulars miss Annette, but I think they’re starting to warm up to you.”

I laughed at that. “No one’s warming up to me. They can all sense my lack of patience for pumpkin spice season, but I’m okay with that.”

“They like the edge you bring around here. It makes things more interesting,” she countered. “Besides, you know you’re great with people.”

“Maybe a little.” I grinned. “You’ve got this place handled, though. I’m just backup.”

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