Chapter 39.
Keira’s POV.
The café had a glass wall on the side facing the road, probably a business strategy by the owners to market the ambience of the place to passersby. I walked inside and scanned the place for Jasper. He found me first.
“Ma’am,” Clinton approached me from a corner and I turned to find Jasper sitting at a table in the far corner. It was so strategically placed so that no one from outside the café could see the occupant of the table.
Clinton held back a seat for me and pushed it in for me to settle. “Thank you,” I nodded gratefully.
I couldn’t look at Jasper in the eyes. Instead, I toyed with the strap of my purse like a nervous grade school girl.
“Hey,” he finally spoke in that rich baritone that compelled one to give him attention.
“Hey,” I smiled nervously and
