Page 13 of The Boss Omega

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I like that she doesn’t flirt. Her chats are easy.

CoffeeGuy789:Going with my first instinct. How do you take your coffee?

Omega219:Brown sugar latte. Best one is at Nayda’s Café.

CoffeeGuy789:That’s not coffee. That’s sugar disguised as coffee.

The typing bubble pops up immediately.

Omega219:Coffee snob much?

I smirk.

CoffeeGuy789:Guilty. But my way’s better.

CoffeeGuy789:Black. No sugar.

Omega219:I expected nothing less.

I get the feeling she's smiling. It makes me smile.

CoffeeGuy789:Builds character.

Omega219:So does joy.

I chuckle. The guy at the other desk looks over.

“Text from my packmate,” I say.

He nods and goes back to his screen.

No one knows about Riverside Elite Heat Clinic. And they won’t ever. This isn’t about heat or sex.

It’s math. Temporary. A way to earn some money while my shoulder heals well enough to get back on the truck.

That’s all.

CoffeeGuy789:Brown sugar brings you joy?

Omega219:Don’t judge my coping mechanisms.

CoffeeGuy789:That’s fair.

Omega219:You mentioned a pack yesterday.

I glance toward the bay. Empty. The engine is out on a call.

CoffeeGuy789:Yeah.

Omega219:What’s that like?

I picture Silas and Graham.

CoffeeGuy789:Someone’s always around.

Omega219:That sounds nice.

It is, actually.

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