17
Coffee With (a) Cupid
It had been a few weeks since the witches’ murders, Clay’s capture, Lenore’s rescue, and the introduction of Clay’s new reality.
I wasn’t sure I’d ever been happier to see a month end. “Hello, April.”
“I usually go by Michael, but hello to you,” Michael said as he approached the small table I’d chosen in the back of the bakery.
I shook my head as I stood. “Sorry, Michael. Just thinking about how happy I am to see the back end of March.” I smiled and extended my hand in greeting.
He shook it before seating himself across from me.
“I know it sounds odd, but I love that I can actually shake your hand. Spending most of my life outside of the enhanced community, it’s been a transition limiting physical contact. And I wouldn’t have thought I’d miss it. I wasn’t ve
