Sucker for a Siren by Lauren Connolly EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Lauren Connolly
- Language: English
- Genre: Werewolf & Shifter Romance
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SEAMUS
I THOUGHT I would have more time to prepare. When I step into Coffee &
Claws, I expect to see a long line. A bunch of people strung out between me
and the counter, acting as a slow interlude to the ordering process. A brief
buffer between me and her.
But there’s nothing in my way. No pause I can take other than standing
here, just inside the door, awkwardly staring around, as if confused as to why
I came to this coffee shop.
I came to order tea. Tea I could easily brew for myself at home.
But she’s not at my house.
Neri.
The woman prominent in my mind stands behind the counter, her back to
me as she converses with whoever is working in the kitchen. At least that
inattention provides me a moment to readjust. To try imbuing confidence in
my stride as I approach the register. And her.
My eyes fix on the swing of Neri’s ponytail as she gives a nod. The
white-blonde hair, lighter even than her pale skin, has a little swoop in it. A
bend I want to follow by sliding the band out and combing my fingers
through the strands.
Neri faces me, and my gut tightens. Her smile is soft, but those silvery
eyes are sharp, taking in every inch of me. “Hi, Seamus. Earl Grey? Or you
wanna go wild today and get hibiscus?”
The sound of my name in her melodious voice flows along my nerve
endings. I shouldn’t get too excited about her knowing it. She’s written it on
a cup every day for the past three weeks.
Because, yeah, I’ve been pining after her that long. Coming back to this
coffee shop just to bask in her attention for the time it takes to place my
order.
“Hello, Neri.” I take pride in how casual I sound. As if I didn’t look
forward to the single moment I got to say her name every day. “It appears
I’m going to be boring today.”
“Oh well. I’ll convince you one of these days.” She grabs the twentyounce cup because if I’m going to buy my tea from this shop, I’m at least
going to get a large dose.
Normally, Neri writes my name in quick, neat letters, moving on from me
so she can get to the next customer. But there’s no one behind me in the line,
and maybe that’s why the slate-eyed woman of my fantasies takes her time,
drawing the S of my name so it covers a good portion of the cup.
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