Epilogue
Two months later
Torbjorn put a large latte on the counter, rang it up, and smiled at the woman as she moved back to her seat. York was in line with another person smelling like wolf. He didn’t look at them, instead, he turned to wipe down the coffee machine.
“Babe.”
Torbjorn huffed but turned. “I’m working.”
York grinned. “I know. We’re here for a cup of coffee. This is Falcon.” He motioned at a man a little shorter and a little less bulky than York. Torbjorn didn’t doubt the strength in him though.
He nodded at him. “What’ll be?”
“Oh…eh…” Falcon’s gaze flew over the display shelf. “What’s good?”
“Depends on what you’re in the mood for.” He snuck a glance at York who was grinning at him. Torbjorn rolled his eyes but moved closer. When he was as close as he could get wi
