Lacy's POV
We finally arrived at where Brent was taking me. It's a small café shop, and it's quite a distance from the main house.
I wonder why, but as if Brent read my thoughts, he speaks.
"The people here get news pretty late unless it's urgent. They don't really get gossip on time, so none of the pack members here know what you look like."
He is really thoughtful. I smile at him again, and he shifts on his feet, uncomfortable.
"Let's go." He holds my hand and pulls me into the cafe.
"I'll have a large Coke and a double cheeseburger." Brent looks at the waitress who hasn't stopped ogling him since we were seated.
"Also, add a side of fries."
She scribbles away in her small book, taking side glances at him before turning to me. She smiles sweetly at me and asks for my order.
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