Noah’s POV
When I pull up outside of the café, I notice that no one is sitting in the window, a favourite spot for most patrons, as everyone seems to like to people watch.
Jumping out of the truck, I hurry to the door, a smile tugging at my lips at the thought of seeing her, right up until I push it open to find her sitting across from some guy who I can only see the back of his head.
My irrational mind immediately goes to her being on a date, who the f.uck knows why, they are in her café for f.ucks sake, but that’s what I think.
I am at the table before I notice her body language, tense, angled away from who I finally realise is the developer from the meeting the other night.
My unchecked anger turns to defensive protection as I stare the guy down, assessing him, reading the air of a
