Pheromonal: One Night With the Alpha novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63: Coffeeshop Invitation

My phone rings, startling me out of my thoughts. I fumble for my phone, nearly dropping it between the seats. A string of unknown numbers flashes across the screen. Curiosity wins over caution, and I answer.

"Hello?"

"Is this Nicole d’Armand?" A crisp, professional voice inquires.

"Yes, this is she." My grip tightens on the steering wheel.

"Ms. d’Armand, my name is Marcus Ashby. I’m Logan Everett’s attorney."

My heart skips a beat.

"I was hoping we could meet to discuss some matters regarding Mr. Everett’s case. Are you available?"

"Um, sure. When and where?"

"There’s a café called Flava Bean on 5th and Oak. Are you familiar with it?"

Interesting. Not a choice I’d think a richie rich lawyer would choose. "Yes, I know the place."

"Excellent. Could you meet me there in, say, fifteen minutes?"

Fifteen minutes? I glance at the clock on my dashboard. It’s cutting it close, but...

"I can make that work," I hear myself say, even as a part of me screams that this is a terrible idea.

"Perfect. I’ll see you then, Ms. d’Armand. Thank you for your time."

The line goes dead, leaving me with a surge of adrenaline and a thousand questions. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart.

Marcus Ashby is my line to Logan. I don’t know if there’s any way I can help him, but at least I can send him a message.

I merge into the left lane, preparing to turn around. Flava Bean is in the opposite direction of my new apartment—another fun thing that’s happened in the last two weeks, because apparently it’s easy to get out of your lease when your apartment’s a freaking crime scene—but home is a lot less appealing than this new and unexpected meeting.

Did they find new evidence? Or maybe they found something that could exonerate him?

The familiar storefront of Flava Bean comes into view, its warm lights a beacon in the growing twilight. I pull into a parking spot a few blocks down, my hands shaking slightly as I turn off the engine.

Then I take a deep breath, straighten my jacket, and step out of the car. Autumn’s in full force. Everyone’s huddled against the wind as they rush through the streets, heading to wherever they’re going.

The bell above the door chimes as I enter, and the familiar aroma of coffee assaults me as soon as I walk in.

"Ms. d’Armand."

He sees me before I see him, and my heart stutters when I glance in his direction.

My world narrows to two brilliant green eyes, glinting with a hint of gold.

Logan. My breath catches in my throat as our eyes lock across the café. The relief that floods through me is so intense it’s almost painful.

My attention magnetizes back to Logan. He leans against the far wall, arms crossed over his chest, a slight smile playing on his lips. He’s amused. After two weeks in jail, he’s amused.

Not appropriate, Nicole. You’re in public!

I slide into the seat, hyperaware of Logan’s proximity as he sits beside his lawyer. My skin prickles with awareness, especially when his foot nudges against mine. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

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