The next morning, I stepped outside, ready to leave—but there he was, sitting at the kitchen table with two steaming cups of coffee. Without a word, he nodded toward the empty seat beside him. I hesitated, then sat down, quietly eating the breakfast he'd made before I left.
I jumped slightly at the sound of a knock behind me. Andrew, ever the composed Alpha, reached up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear, then slipped a hair tie into my hand.
"Fix it," he said softly, expression shuttered as he moved to open the door.
I quickly pulled my hair into a loose ponytail, trying not to look like I'd just been caught in something less than Alpha-business-related.
"Hey Andrew. Oh, hey there," Cole said, eyebrows rising slightly when he spotted me by the door.
I gave him a small wave a
