“No, he won’t be at the diner yet. We’ll get my stuff, and then go wait there for him.”
“Do you want me to wait outside?” he checked, as he pulled the truck out of the hotel’s parking lot.
I shook my head. “No. You probably deserve to hear whatever he says to me.”
Relief flashed in his eyes. “I’d have a hard time keeping my wolf outside, honestly.”
My lips curved in a tiny smile. “I figured that too.”
He nodded, and his hand landed on my thigh. “So are you going to tell me how to get to the storage place, or am I going to have to guess?”
I grinned. “Go ahead and guess.”
Zed glanced over in the lane next to us, before switching over to it smoothly. “I think it’s definitely inside that bakery over there. Do you see that sign?”
My gaze searched for a sign, and caught on the words, “Fresh Bakery”.
I snorted. “That’s terrible grammar.”
“What else are they supposed to write?” he countered. “Freshly baked goods? That doesn’t sound appetizing.”
“Neither does ‘Fresh Bakery’. They could go with ‘Fresh cinnamon rolls,’ and it would sound a hell of a lot better.”
“But what if they run out of cinnamon rolls?”
I laughed. “You just love to argue.”
He flashed me a grin. “I love to see your eyes light up when you’re laughing, actually. And when I argue with you, you usually laugh for me.”
I laughed again, though my face was flushing a bit. “You’re just trying to flatter me.”
His grin didn’t budge. “That too.”
I swatted at the hand on my thigh, and he ignored my teasing, still grinning as he parked in front of the bakery.