MALEA
The bag slipped from my fingers.
I startled so badly at the unexpected touch on my shoulder that my body just panicked on its own. I twisted around, and the large insulated lunch bag tumbled from my hand.
Only it never reached the floor as a hand caught it effortlessly.
“That was close.”
I froze realizing who it was.
Riven stood behind me, holding the lunch bag in one hand. His gray eyes dropped toward it, and his brows lifted slightly.
“Oh, this smells good.” His gaze returned to mine. “Why do you want to talk to me, Ms. Kilton?”
My face heated in an instant. It was embarrassing enough that I had been startled despite having werewolf senses. Worse, I had practically dropped the food I had spent the entire morning preparing because someone had managed to sneak up on me.
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