Chapter 39

Winter was on shift when he walked into Crypt Coffee, so he ordered a Dead Gourd Dhai Latte and asked herhow her semester was going.

“All right, professor,” she said, shrugging. “I’m thinking about going into hematology now.”

“Interesting,” said Sean, unsure how else to respond to the deadpan statement.

“That’s blood.”

“I’m not your boss, you don’t have to explain it to me.”

Winter stared at him like he’d said something that was complete nonsense.

“Dane knows what that is, too,” she said. “He’s very into blood.”

Sean grimaced and started at a hand on his shoulder. It was, of course, Dane, with his grumpy yet flirtatious expression on, and he squeezed Sean’s shoulder almost too hard.

“Come on, professor, let’s get you an apple streusel scone,” he said, and whatever snappy comment Sean had been about to give him died on his tongue. He took his latte from Winter.

“That sounds delicious.”