Shirley's POV

The coffee shop is too bright. Too cheerful.

I hate it here.

But it's public. Neutral. The kind of place where Grayson won't cause a scene.

Now, watching him stride through the door, ice-blue eyes locking on me, I'm not so sure.

'Run,' Lacey whispers.

"Too late for that," I mutter.

He crosses the room in seconds. Towers over my table, radiating Alpha authority.

I take ...