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“Where are you, Si? You’ve gone far away.” Bran’s hand was heavy and warm on his knee.
He placed his own hand on top of Bran’s. “Thinking of a boy.” He looked back over at Jamie.
“What? Who? That… the barista?” Those blue eyes were wide.
“You don’t feel anything at all?” Silas asked. If Bran didn’t, then he didn’t, and Silas would move on. It was just that the pull was strong, and he was kind of shocked that Bran didn’t feel it at all. They were usually in sync when it came to these matters.
“Let me go look. I mean, he’s shut down.”
“No kidding. He had a run in with a customer who proceeded to shout at him.”
“Shut up, you.” Bran rolled his eyes and kissed him with a smack. “He could have been hurt.”
“He could have. But if you’re going to correct him, you should follow up, no?”
“Oh, you’re mean. Are you coming, then?”
“Absolutely.” He got up and took Bran’s hand. Together in this as always.
Bran headed over, and Jamie glanced up and turned, heading toward the back.
Did he call out for Jamie to stop? And if he did, would Jamie actually obey or would he run?
“Excuse me.” Bran’s voice brooked no argument. “We’d like one of the almond croissants, please.”
“Of course.” Jamie carefully didn’t meet their eyes. “Heated or not?”
“Which way would you suggest is best?” Silas asked.
“I pr-prefer not.”
“Then that’s fine with us.”
Jamie pulled it out and put it on a plate. “It’s on the house.”
“Why?” Silas asked. If it was guilt, they would pay. If Jamie wanted to treat them, that was another matter altogether.
“Because I’m a nice guy. Enjoy.”
Oh, that was a good answer. “Thank you, boy.”
“You’re welcome. Have a good day.” Then the boy headed for the back. Running away from them.
He turned to Bran. “Well? What do you think?”
“He’s pretty, for sure.” Bran actually grinned at him. “You’re sure he’s a boy?”
“You’renot?” Surely Bran was teasing him.
Bran’s deep chuckle filled the air. “I didn’t say that, did I?”
He punched the man in the arm. “Butthead.”
“Uh-huh. So, what’s your next move, Si?”
“I suppose marching into their breakroom and nabbing him is off the table?” He wasn’t thinking of it as a serious option. Not really.
“Probably yes. They call that kidnapping in the real world, love.”
