Atlas (PARANORMAL PROTECTORS: ON GUARD #1) by Michelle Frost EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Michelle Frost
- Language: English
- Genre: contemporary romance
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“Atlas!” the barista called.
Gavin, Atlas thought, happy to have finally caught the cutie behind
the counter on a day when he was wearing a name tag. Making his way to
the counter, he tried to paste a pleasant look on his face. Gavin’s blue eyes
only widened a tiny bit as he approached.
“Atlas?” Gavin asked, setting the cup on the counter. The dim lights of the
coffee shop made his blond hair shine gold. He couldn’t be more than five
and a half feet tall and slim enough he pulled his apron strings to the front
to tie them. Atlas felt like a towering oaf next to him. Even with the counter
between them.
“I’m Atlas.” He reached for the cup.
“Have a nice night,” Gavin said, already turning away to make the next
drink.
Atlas watched him go. “You, too,” he whispered before returning to the
small table he’d claimed near the back. His phone buzzed in his pocket as
soon as he sat down. Pulling it out, he sighed at the sight of his brother’s
name on the screen. Hitting accept, he put the phone to his ear and took a
drink of his latte.
“How’s your barista crush this evening?” Lark asked in lieu of a greeting.
Heat rushed to Atlas’s cheeks. He grunted. “None of your business.”
Lark laughed, the sound warm and comforting despite him being an
asshole. “I hate to cut your drool session short, but the seers had a vision.
They need us all in.”
“I’m on my way.” Atlas hung up, grabbed his latte, and stuffed his phone in
the pocket of his leather jacket on the way out the door. He only paused for
a moment once he hit the sidewalk, looking back into the shop at Gavin
behind the counter. Maybe in another life he’d ask Gavin for his number,
but in this one, Gavin was a normal human guy. Atlas was anything but.
Thankful he’d only ordered a small, Atlas tipped up his latte cup and sucked
down the burning liquid with a wince. Moving toward where he’d parked
his motorcycle down the street, he tossed the cup in the trash and waited at
the crosswalk for the light to turn.
A revving engine caught his attention. Coming down the road toward him,
several motorcycle headlights made him squint against their brightness. The
lead biker flipped on his turn signal and coasted to a stop next to where
Atlas was standing. The rest of the bikes drove on by.
“Derek,” Atlas said, giving a single nod to the Hellhound Alpha. Derek was
a big man—not as bulky as Atlas, few people were—but he had a presence
that seemed to fill up the whole street.
Derek killed the engine and settled back in the seat, letting his hands rest on
his thighs. “Atlas.”
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