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Sophia wiped down the back counters in the coffee shop and started the industrial dishwasher. The evening was winding down with closing time on its way. She glanced around the back, quickly noting that Tommy had already taken care of most everything in preparation for closing. He’d even prepped pastries for tomorrow morning. She washed her hands and walked back out front. The early evening crowd was comprised mostly of college students studying with a few tables chatting quietly.
She stepped to the counter to Tommy’s side. “You can head out whenever you’re ready,” she said.
Tommy glanced to her, his brown eyes crinkling at the corners with his grin. “You sure?”
Tommy Dawson came from another local shifter family. He was a few years younger than her, but she’d known him all of her lif
