mopped."

Raine stilled. That voice was familiar. A zing of electricity pulsed through her girly-bits, as she remembered the man attached to the voice.

She looked up into the same green eyes from the day before. The same golden flash through them as his gaze met hers.

"You, but why are you here?"

His brow furrowed. "I could ask you the same thing. I'm meeting someone here."

She righted herself and he let go. Their eyes locked and the store disappeared.

She'd forgotten how to breathe as she got lost with the way he looked at her. A slow burn that started as an innocent tingle made its way across her body, until the feeling had her practically begging to wrap herself around him. The vision that followed had her giggling. If she wrapped around him, it would probably be more like a Venus flytrap rather than something seductive.

As she righted herself she tried to smooth out her dress as she studied him. His jeans hung off his hips perfectly. The button down shirt he had on was a stark contrast to the gym clothes of before. The shirt hugged his arms like a second skin. Biting down on her lip, it took every ounce of control to keep her hands from wandering over his expansive chest. No one needed to see her molest this guy in a coffee shop.

"And you?" his voice came crashing though her musings.

"What? I. Oh. Yes. Meeting someone."

He smiled. "Well isn't that a coincidence. Bumping into each other twice in one week."

Skeptically she nodded. "Yes. Isn't it."

Something wasn't right. Or maybe it was. He was probably her walking talking fantasy, but that was the problem. She would choose him, and her judgment stunk. There was no chance he'd have been her set up. The world was small, but not that small. Besides, a man this pretty probably couldn't hold up in the bedroom anyway. Or that’s what she was telling herself.

"Well, we can wait together. If that works?" She nodded as she ran her tongue along her dry lips.

"Do you want to get something while you wait? I'm pretty early, so I'm game if you are. Are you? Early I mean?" asked Kian.

She nodded and followed.

So much for being a strong, independent woman.

At this rate, any other date probably wouldn't compare. His butt was perfect. She'd follow him just to watch his ass move.

"Well shit."

He turned to look at her and then she realized that had been her outside voice.

"You okay? It was Raine right?"

"Oh. Uh. Yes. Raine, that’s me. And yes I'm okay. You're okay?"

The look he gave her said he didn't believe her. "You said something, didn't you?"

"Nope, nothing." Her cheeks heated.

"Okay. Sure. Do you know what you want?"

"What can I get for you miss?" asked the barista.

"Oh, no. I'm separate."

Kian smiled. "No it's fine. On me. It's the least I can do for interrupting your class yesterday."

She wanted to say no. Really, really wanted to say no. Then again, the way he watched her as she ran through all the reasons to tell him no, to wait for her date had her feeling as if he could see the gears in her head turning. The issue was, his were just one rotation ahead.

"Yeah. Okay fine. And thanks."

She gave her order and they moved down the line waiting for their names to be called.

"So who are you meeting here Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Caffeinated?"

He raised an eyebrow and she giggled.

"Well. What did you expect me to say?"

"Honestly? Nothing. I really didn't expect that, but probably nothing. I don't usually talk to strangers, so my expectations are low."

"Strangers huh. Someone teach you about stranger danger when you were young? I promise, little boy, I won't kidnap you."

Her neck heated. She should not have said that. Mostly because it wasn't true, she'd kidnap him if allowed too. She'd wonder where all this confidence was coming from later. He brought out her inner horny teenager.

At this point she didn't want her date to surface. That shirt stretched across muscles that she could imagine running her tongue down. No, she defiantly couldn't kidnap him, he was huge. But damn she wouldn't mind being his prisoner for a night.

The idea made her stomach quiver. It had been a really long time since she'd let a man touch her, let alone trusted one. Apparently way too long.

Pressing her lips together, she held in a laugh. Good Lord, she needed to wrap up the crazy and ship it off.

A shifter. He was a shifter. She didn't know what kind, but the golden flash within his gaze said he was a shifter, they all had something like that. That should have turned her off. It didn't.

As he studied her face, his eyes flicking over her features, his lips twisted into a tiny grin. Welp, at this point he either knew she was sexually starved and her body saw him as a banquet, or he didn't. Either way, she was here to meet some guy with dark hair and a fire-department shirt.

"Yeah, Sorry were you..." she broke off as she noticed the emblem on the shirt Kian wore.

Kian wasn't sure he wanted to know what was running through her head. He couldn't pull his eyes away from the flush running up her neck. The low cut shirt gave his eyes a feast of cleavage and her blush seemed to run from her neck down past her neckline making him want to see where it stopped.

The cat within him practically stomped his massive paws as Kian fought against the urge to grab her and mark her right here. His cougar was staking a claim. Fuck, no one had ever had this kind of hold on him before. If it weren't for the public setting, he didn't know if he'd actually be able to hold back.

He dragged in a breath and instantly regretted it. The scent of her was the only thing he could focus on. His pants were starting to feel like a fucking torture device. His dick was

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