Willow POV
My coffee was hot on my tongue as I took a sip. “I remember.”
If he was put off by my curt response, he didn’t show it. “Good. Anyway, let me cover your breakfast as a token of our appreciation? I don’t know what we’d have done if we’d lost our be…pet.” He glanced around to see if anyone had caught his slip.
I raised an eyebrow. “I’m sure your…pet…would have been fine with just Doc Blake, but I was happy to assist him; no need for thanks.”
“You’re a prickly one, aren’t you?”
At that, my own lips curved. “Absolutely. So can I enjoy my breakfast in peace?”
He laughed, completely unbothered by my sharp response. The sound rolled through the diner, drawing the attention of several of the morning guests. It wasn't forced or offended. It wasn't the strained politeness of someo
