Page 433 of Flirting with Darkness

Rhys shifted into his man form, tall, dark-haired, and devilishly handsome. He bent and pressed his mouth to mine. “Hello, gorgeous.”

Gripping his shoulders, I kissed him again. “Hello, handsome.”

He held out his hand and I linked mine with his. “I have it on good authority that they have a new flavor of mimosa they are releasing today,” he whispered.

The door to the café was open and the sounds of dishes clinking and soft chatter filtered out.

“Kick ass,” I said with a smile up at him.

We stepped inside and our favorite waitress, Michelle, rushed over. “Good morning, Prince Rhys and Princess Jolie. Your table is ready.” She spun on her black heels and led us to our usual corner table, nestled in the corner at the window, with a little tulip planter on the outside. “Do you know what you’d like?”

“We’d like to try the new mimosa,” Rhys answered. “I’d also like the steak and eggs.”

“And waffles for me,” I answered with a smile.

She returned my smile, dipped her head once, and hurried towards the back.

Rhys reached across the table and I set my hands in his. “How’s Fox?”

I snickered. “Suffering. I left him hiding beneath the blankets.”

“Poor guy. I warned him the drinks were magically strong,” Rhys said, smirking.

“Deryn requested my presence this evening,” I advised. While I didn’t have to tell them who I would spend the night with, it was better to let them know upfront so they didn’t ask later and then possibly feel like I was choosing one over the other.

He sighed. “Of course he did.”

“Are you ready for tomorrow?” I asked.

Tomorrow was his father’s birthday and he and his siblings had put a lot of time and effort into creating a surprise party for him.

“As ready as we can be.” He released my hands and leaned back in his seat.

Michelle walked over and set two glass flutes with dark orange liquid inside. “Our new mango pineapple mimosas. Enjoy.”

We raised our glasses and clinked them together.

“To us,” I toasted.

He smiled. “To us.”

We both sipped the drink and the delicious flavor exploded across my tongue.

“Michelle! I need another!” I called out.

She chuckled softly. “Right away.”

Rhys set his down and smiled. “I thought you might like it.”

“There you are!” Thor declared as he jogged to our table, panting. His long hair was pulled back in a ponytail, but some strands had fallen out, likely from running here.

Rhys sighed. “Damn. How’d you find us?”

Thor, a werewolf with lightning powers who was dating my best friend, straightened and smiled. “It’s Sunday. Jolie prefers this café on Sunday mornings when there aren’t other plans.”

“Why are you here?” Rhys asked.

Thor sat at the table behind us and Michelle immediately brought him some water. “You know as well as I do that Dan ordered a guard for Jolie.”

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