Chapter 32
“Huh. Guess the place is still here,” said Dane as he pulled into the Crypt Coffee lot.
“How many days has it been since you checked in at your own business?” asked Sean. He got out of the car the moment Dane parked.
“Eh, I don’t know. Breakfast?”
Dane felt good, really good. The werewolf s**t was handled, his parents had gone, and morning s*x always seemed to treat him right. Granted, it was late morning now, but he didn’t care. After a quick check in with his baristas and a glance over everything else, he hauled a plate of sweets and a couple of coffees down to the Lair. Sean’s eyes brightened at the assortment of treats, and Dane rolled his eyes at the professor.
“You’re going to kill yourself with all that sugar.”
“Look who’s talking,” said Sean, mouth full of muffin.
