I smiled as I walked up to the vet.Today was a whirlwind. Besides Magnus striding into my coffee shop, I had found a connection to my dead parents. Owen knew them. I was so young when they were killed by the bear, I barely remembered a thing about them.They did love each other. I remembered that. Father was strong and mother was beautiful.“Thanks,” he smiled as I poured the rich, black coffee into his cup.“And we need to get together and talk about my parents,” I told him. “I need to learn everything about them.”Owen nodded. His one good eye met mine. “We will. But not today. I think you have a hot date.” A smile crossed his grizzled lips. “Isn't that how they say it today?”My cheeks burned. “I guess. It's always changing.”Owen snorted. “That it is. You made a good choice, Raven.”“Hmm?”“The biker. He's strong, protective. He's exactly what you need. He reminds me of your father.”“I guess he does,” I said with a frown. I hadn't realized that. My father was strong and independent.“It'll be tough, but you'll get through it.”“My date?”
