Chapter 6

Dane openly sneered at him when he reached the bottom of the stairs and entered the coffee shop. He seemed surprised to see Sean. Good. When he went up to the counter to order, Dane moved over to assist the barista and locked eyes with him. Dark, calculating eyes. Sean remained calm.

“Back for more, professor?” he asked, words loaded. Sean swallowed.

“Just, ah, a Dhai Latte, please.” Sean pronounced it to rhyme with chai, which was all it was.

“Please,” said Dane, almost mocking him. “I like the way you order.”

“To go,” said Sean, firmly, and Dane smirked.

“Not going to stick around for another kiss?”

“People can hear you,” hissed Sean, but that only seemed to improve Dane’s mood.

“I figure if you’re back here you must’ve liked it.”

“Yes, well, I didn’t, as it happens.”