CHAPTER 39
It was late morning already, and the streets buzzed with lazy Sunday energy. Jeremy and Natasha stepped into a small café tucked between a bookstore and a florist.
“So,” Jeremy said, holding the door open with a crooked grin, “I take it you don’t usually go for coffee with guys you almost punch in the face?”
Natasha rolled her eyes as she stepped in. “Don’t flatter yourself. This is a peace offering.”
“Peace?” He raised a brow. “You wear peace like armor.”
“I don’t wear anything for anyone.”
He smiled. “That... I believe.”
The café smelled like vanilla, cinnamon, and coffee beans slightly past their prime. Natasha ordered a black espresso. Jeremy got something foamy and ridiculous.
“I’m not judging,” she said, sipping hers. “But I kind of am.”
“That’s okay,” he shrugge
