I shook my head before the fond memory could become a sad one and looked over at the counter. You could see into the kitchen where one of the cooks was flipping mammoth pancakes on the griddle top.
Maybe I’ll have pancakes. Is it still brunch if it’s 1:00 p.m.?
As I looked up to see what else was cooking, I realized the man at the counter was looking at me again. I frowned. He’d been glancing this way before, but I figured he was doing the same as me, just looking around. Yet this was the third time our eyes met. The man was conventionally handsome, but he didn’t hold a candle to Fenris.
Still, he was maybe good-looking enough to assume women would just throw themselves at him. I found myself bristling, my frown deepening. He didn’t get up to come over, but he didn’t look away, either.
