“Thanks.” I turned it over and checked out the playlist.
“No problem. Can I help you with anything else?”
“No, I’m good.”
“Okay, then. I can take my break now. What do you say?”
“To what?”
“Coffee?”
“Oh.” I couldn’t think of an excuse not to have coffee with him. “Okay.”
“Thanks.” He reached for my arm. “Let’s—”
I drew back. “I still don’t like being touched, Wilder. If that’s going to be a problem, maybe we should forget about this.”
“No. I’m sorry. The café is over here.” He led the way. “What’s your pleasure?”
I glanced at the menu board on the wall. “I’ll have the Cocoa Trio.”
“A Cocoa Trio and a Raspberry Mocha Kiss, Tess.”
“With extra whipped cream, please,” I requested as I took a pill fob from my pocket. I loved whipped cream, and I’d learned early to always carry the lactase supplement whenever I left the house. Once I’d swallowed the tablet, I put the fob away and reached for my wallet.