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“Milk, right?”

He remembered!No! Don’t get excited, Logan!he scolded himself. “Yes please.”

“Coming right up.”

Logan sat at one of the stools, making sure to pull it farther away from the other. It didn’t take long for Dean to set a plate with a steaming croissant and a glass of milk in front of him.

“Appreciate it.” Logan said, leaning forward to take in the gooey goodness.

“Consider it payment for taking care of my wayward familiar last night,” Dean told him.

He was right! Dean was concerned about Logan and Noah. “No payment needed. I enjoyed having Noah as my guest. He stayed in his cat form all night.” There that should clear up any misunderstanding.

“I’m not surprised,” Dean said as he crossed back over to the other side of the kitchen. “Noah usually stays feline when he’s upset with me.”

Had they gotten into a fight? Not that it was any of Logan’s business. The thought made him sad though. Logan didn’t like it when anyone fought.

Dean returned with a mug of tea and a gorgeous pink box. Was that for him?

“This is for later,” Dean said while sliding the small bakery box over. “After you eat something with more substance.” He nudged Logan’s plate.

“Okay.” Like Logan would complain about the food that had been offered to him. Any food.

Dean sipped his tea, so Logan scarfed down his breakfast. Since Dean wasn’t saying anything, Logan figured he’d set the other’s mind at ease. Let him know that he had no interest in Noah. He’d just keep his true feelings for Dean all to himself.

Once he was done, Logan wiped his mouth and fingers on the paper towel that Dean had thankfully provided.

“Would you like another?” Dean asked.

It really was time for him to go. “No, thank you.”

“Okay.” Dean set his half-empty mug down. “I wanted to talk to you about my trip.”

Oh! They weren’t done yet? Logan placed his hands in his lap. “Okay.”

“My coven was involved in dark magic. I didn’t know until the night that I ran away.”

Logan gasped. “You had to run away?”

“Yes, they wanted to use my power for themselves. I couldn’t allow my magic to be used that way.”

“That’s good.” How horrible that must have been.

“Noah and I left that night, and we did not look back.”

Smart.

“We traveled around doing odd jobs. Several of them were at bakeries. That was when and where I learned how to bake.”

“You’re really good at it.”

“Thank you.” Dean smiled again. “Everything was going according to plan. We would stay about a year somewhere before moving on. I knew there was a possibility that my coven was still looking for me. That worked until I came here. This area called to me like home.”

Logan understood. He had felt the same way. “I get that.”

“I know you do,” Dean said softly. “There’s just something about this place.”

“It’s Axel,” Logan informed him.

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