MATE AND HIS LOVER 2

#18 Coffee

After returning to the resort, I avoid Leon and stay in my room. To occupy my mind, I immerse myself in the map.

Zooming into every pathway in the Warlow Caves, one after another, I tire myself out. However, my hard work is not paying off. I can't guess a good hiding spot in that barren land where Philip could be.

Finally, having enough of it, I pocket the map and get out of my room. A cup of coffee would be great.

In a nearby cafe, I give my order and wait by a window seat. The cafe is filled with tourists and surfers. I look around to make sure no one from my group is here. I'm not in the mood to talk to any of my friends.

The waitress places my latte and lemon cake on the table. "Here's your order," she says with a smile.

"Thank you."

She nods and turns to leave when a guy from behind me says, "Please bring a black coffee to the same table."

She glances back at me with another smile. "Anything else, sir?" she asks Reagan as he crosses her to take the seat opposite mine.

"No, that's all. Thanks," Reagan says.

She nods and leaves, but not before giving me yet another smile. She must think I'm a lucky girl to drink coffee with a handsome guy like Reagan.

"Not to be rude, but I was hoping to be left alone," I tell him.

He smirks. "If you want me to leave, I'll leave."

I shake my head at his response. He knows I won't ask him to leave. I take a bite of the cake and a sip of the latte, both earning a satisfactory sigh. All that probing of the map was beginning to give me a headache.

"You look tired," he says.

"I am tired."

"Why? I didn't even see you with your friends outside. Are you sick?"

"No. I exhausted from thinking."

"Thinking about Leon?"

I shake my head. "Exhausted from thinking about something else so I won't get exhausted from thinking about Leon."

He laughs before throwing another guess. "Then is it about Philip?"

I raise my eyebrows. "I'm impressed, Reagan. You know how to read a girl's mind."

"That's because the girl in front of me is an open book."

Putting down my mug, I say, "And I wish Leon and Philip were like me. I don't know what's on their minds."

The waitress returns with a cup of steaming black coffee and places it in front of Reagan.

Before she leaves, she smiles at me. Now I'm beginning to think her smiles are not because of Reagan, but me. I smile back at her. Not the courtesy smile, but the smile I give to impress people.

Her cheeks flush a little and her smile grows wider as she turns around and walks away.

If only I'd a psychopathic sister instead of a psychopathic brother, and a stubborn Alpha female instead of a stubborn Alpha male for my mate, perhaps, my life would've been easier. I can't understand boys at all.

"Maybe I can help," Reagan says. "What's on your mind?"

I turn my attention back to Reagan and give his suggestion a serious thought. Reagan is an experienced Alpha. He has been leading his pack long before I'd started assisting my mother in running our coven.

So maybe he can look at it from a perspective that I can't. The only problem is...

I slide my cup and plate to his side of the table, and get up and go over to his seat. He moves inside to make room for me.