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The Holloway Post Office wasnât a place Tate largely frequented; in fact, mail was generally something he tried his best to avoid. In some ways, he found it slightly anxiety inducing. Nothing good ever came through the mail- only people demanding money he didnât want to give them, and people advertising in an attempt to entice him into handing over money he definitely didnât want to give them. He rarely ordered anything over the internet- if he needed something, Tate was a firm believer in purchasing it physically for himself. Anyone he actually cared to communicate with received emails or texts; the rest wasnât worth bothering with. Today, however, heâd agreed to drop something off for his mother- another effort to worm his way back into her good graces after his latest impromptu concert, which had taken place on her front lawn. At 2 in the morning. Stepping into the office, Tate glanced around, cocking an eyebrow as he headed towards the outgoing mail slots. He smelled Elise before he saw her, recognizing her scent immediately. âMaybe. Or, maybe theyâre the adventure-seeking type. You know, living on the edge, not caring aboutâŚWhatever the hell that shit is.â He said, tipping his head towards the remaining envelopes in her hand. âHow goes it, Blondie?â Tate asked with a smirk.
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Looking up at the man Elise had to do a double take. There was a combination of dread and excitement swirled in her belly at the handsome barista from her favorite coffee shop. It shocked her that she hadnât caught on to his presence before he spoke. One of the perks about being a wolf was her heightened sense of smell, it helped her track down many members of her old hunting party, much to their detriment. But tonight she must have really let her guard down. âOh yes, so adventure seekingâ, she told him holding up one of the magazines that was not hers. âBetter Homes and Gardens, screams adrenalin junkie.â She turned away slide the misplaced mail into the slot. When he addressed her by an unconventional name she could help but get goose bumps. âItâs goingâ, she threw back. âNothing particularly exciting. How bout you, Tate, right?â












