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“Chance…” I trailed off.
This walk was meant to be light, but had been nothing but heavy and intense. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but maybe I knew Chance’s words rang truer than I was ready to admit. Maybe that’s why I hadn’t even tried to push him away. I knew what to expect when it came to Shane.
He had already broken my heart more than once in the short time he’d entered it. While he’d been the biggest of alpha-holes, he’d been up front with me. He had made no promises other than bloodshed for the men that had been in my life before him. He’d told me we would never be a thing, so even as my heart ached for him, I gripped Chance’s arm tighter.
Deep down, I knew Shane would only bring me heartbreak. I knew he wouldn’t be with me in the end. I gave him my heart, knowing he’d eventually shatter it. He would leave me on my knees and never look back. My vision blurred, but I swiped them away as the bakery came into view.
Despite the direction our conversation had led, there was no awkwardness between me and Chance. Only a comfortable one. He was steady and firm. I could lean on him, even when I shouldn’t. It was always like this with us. We knew where the other stood and we accepted them. He would never judge me and I would never lie to him. I’d been closed off with him in the beginning, but his patience eventually won me over.
I depend on Chance.
He was my friend. Not like Gabe was. Chance stood in the middle. He was both my friend and my lover. I can see why he would have hoped for more after last night. I hadn’t said anything to deny it. It’s understandable why he’s upset. He saw me and all of those hopes of his went up in flames and yet he still stayed.
Was I Chance’s Shane?
“This is my stop,” I said.“Have fun and eat a lot,” he said.
“I will. Get back safely,” I said.
We came to a stop outside of Wild Wheat Bakery. It was a large dark orange building with large windows. Beautiful glass-blown lights hung from the ceiling and I could see the art hanging on the walls from out here. It was busy, always was, but there wasn’t a line today and I was thankful for that.
“About what I proposed last night. I don’t want you to feel pressured, but the offer still stands. That’ll never change,” he said.
“Okay,” I murmured.
“Okay,” he repeated.
I turned to leave, but he grabbed my hand and pulled me back. I whirled around, my chest bumping into his as I lifted my chin. Gray eyes stared down at me intensely. He slid a finger down the side of my face, leaned down, and kissed me on the lips before taking a step back. I shouldn’t have been surprised, especially after everything we’d done together, but I was. We weren’t like this outside of the club. Ever.
“Go on in,” he said.
I waved before I headed into the bakery. The smell of fresh bread mixed with the aroma of breakfast. I’ve been here a number of times with Gabe. When we ate out on the weekends, it was one of our favorite spots for brunch. The croissants he brought for breakfast were from here.
The waitress showed me to my seat, and I ordered a few things off the menu while I waited for Mavy. A few minutes later, the bell dinged and in she walked. She wore brown high-waisted slacks with a black belt and she paired it with a long velvet turtle neck. Her hair was up in a flawless bun.
She looks just like her brother. I don’t know how I didn’t see it right away. She smiled when she saw me and I saw Shane’s dimple. I stood up and hugged her when she got to the table.
“Hey,” I greeted cheerfully. I was trying my best not to make it awkward.
“Hi. My Goddess, you smell divine,” she groaned.
“Um, I think that’s the bakery,” I chuckled nervously.
“No, that’s you. Definitely you. You’ve never smelled so…” she trailed off as she took a seat. The waitress was back with a handful of plates.
“I ordered a few things so you can try them all,” I said.
“Aw, that’s so sweet of you. Thank you,” she said. She had a far off look and I swear her eyes flashed yellow as she picked up her fork.
“We’re doing the thing,” I joked.
“The thing?” she asked.
“Having brunch?” I laughed nervously.
“Oh, right. Yeah, thanks,” she said. Her eyes had returned to normal as she stared at me.
The waitress brought two cups of coffee and my mouth watered at the insane amount of whipped cream and mocha on top. I grabbed my cup and handle and she did the same.
“Wow! That’s a lot,” she said.
“Right? So tell me about yourself. What do you do when you aren’t working?” I asked.
“Nothing really. If I’m not bothering my brother, or shopping, I’m usually at the packhouse. I’ve been wanting to get out. We haven’t even been able to have a party yet because my idiot brother keeps putting it off,” she huffed.
“A party?” I asked.
“Yeah, we usually throw one after a few weeks, but we’ve been here for months and still nothing,” she said as she bit into a twisty doughnut.
“Why haven’t you?” I asked.
“Because my twin is overprotective, and nothing I say or do will get him to lay off. I just want to go out more,” she groaned.
“Oh. I don’t have a twin, but I consider my best friend family,” I said.
“Oh? Do I know her?” she asked.
“Him, and yes, you do! Gabe. You met him on your first day,” I said.
“I remember him. Yeah, big brothers are the worst,” she said. She made air quotes with her fingers when she said big brothers. “I’ve got an idea!”
“Okay… What is it?” I asked.
“I snuck out of the house just to come to this brunch! I can’t go out! Why don’t you come over and have a sleepover this weekend?” she asked.
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