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Two minutes passed in blissful silence before there was a quick knock on the breakroom door, and my coworker stuck her head in.

The look in her eyes was star-struck, and my stomach clenched.

I knew exactly who was behind that.

“Um, Beckett Bauther is claiming to be your mate. I hope you don’t mind, but I let him back here…” she trailed off.

You would think she’d be used to seeing him in the front of the house, keeping an eye on me almost every day, but no.

The door opened, and he stepped past her briskly.

My wolf snarled when my coworker leaned in, brushing her chest against his side as he moved.

I couldn’t stop myself from standing and stepping up against him—and he didn’t try to stop himself from wrapping his arm around my waist and brushing his lips to mine. The kiss made me flush—and it made me want more.

“Thanks,” Beck said, without looking back at her.

The man was clearly dismissing her. As much as I wanted to be pissed at him, I grudgingly appreciated that. He wanted it to be clear that he was mine.

“No problem. Have fun!” She closed the door behind herself.

Neither of us moved for a moment.

The smell of coffee cut through Beck’s incredible scent, and my nostrils flared. “You brought drinks?”

“Yep.” He lifted his arm that wasn’t wrapped around me, revealing a bag of food and a drink carrier with two coffee cups in it. “It was a late night.”

I couldn’t stop the way my body flushed at the reminder of what we’d done.

Somehow, I’d managed to give him my virginity, discover he was my mate, and possibly get pregnant with his baby in one night.

One damn night.

If that wasn’t bad luck, what was?

Then again, the first part hadn’t been bad luck. Not even a little. Even while forcing myself to be angry, I couldn’t pretend to hate that part.

I gestured for him to take the seat across from the small couch, just so I wouldn’t have to sit next to him.

His skin would feel way too good against mine for me to risk that.

He handed me a coffee cup as I sat back down on the couch, then took the seat I’d pointed him to. “I’d already bought the food.”

“I have croissants.” I lifted one of them in the air to show him.

“I’ll trade you, then. One croissant for one burger.” He lifted the bag of food.

My stomach rumbled at the mention of the burger. “Are there fries too?”

“Of course. I’m not a heathen.”

My lips curved upward. I couldn’t stop them.

“He’ll be a good dad for our pup,” my wolf murmured.

“Shush. We are not having his pup.” My smile faded at the thought. “Alright.” I lifted my hand to toss the croissant to him, but he stood up instead.

And walked over to the couch, taking the seat next to me.