Noah’s POV
I push my way through the door from the kitchen and back into the cafe, intending to step outside into the street for privacy as I answer the flashing name of Harrison Cadell. Finding the café empty other than Laurence, I change direction, heading toward the small, two seater table at the back of the room that I’ve been occupying for two days now.
Holding the cell to my ear, I greet the man on the other end stiffly, we’re still not friends.
‘Noah, Harrison’ the Marine growls, like I can’t read my damn cell and know it’s him already.
I bite back telling him just that, knowing it would make him happy to get under my skin.
‘What’s up?’ I ask instead, pulling out the chair facing the room and taking a seat. I glance at my coffee cup that still sitting where I left it, pouting a
