Perfect Blend: Kofi’s Omega

Bear’s Cove 3

Building a new life after a failed marriage isn’t easy.

Hoyt Graziano is determined to open a coffee shop in Bear’s Cove. It’s the perfect small town for his shop, Perfect Blend. Only it’s also the town where his ex-husband lives.

Lusting after his brother’s husband drove Kofi Freeman away years ago.

Now that they’re divorced, he allows himself an afternoon of bliss with the man who stars in every one of his fantasies.

But his loyalty to his family makes him reject the vulnerable omega afterward. It doesn’t take Kofi long to realize that he made a terrible mistake, but Hoyt isn’t impressed with his apology. He’s not willing to forgive and forget.

How can he prove his love to a prideful and stubborn omega whose heart he didn’t mean to break?

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A man lounged against his door, his wide shoulders spanning most of the distance. His body narrowed where he’d tucked his shirt into jeans, showcasing the powerful muscles of his hips and thighs.

Hoyt’s gaze roved down and back up, taking in the full lips and how the wind lifted strands of black hair, messing them up in a way that only increased the sexiness. Then he took off his sunglasses, and Hoyt found himself nailed to the spot by those brilliant blue eyes. The sky reflected in them, casting them an even darker hue.

He sucked in a breath and forced his body not to respond. This was just like every fucking holiday and family-oriented get-together for six of the past seven years. He’d forgotten the physical way his body reacted to Kofi, and it irritated him. “What do you want?” A bit of that annoyance came out in his voice, but he didn’t care. Kofi had it coming.

He moved away from the door, which put him closer to Hoyt. “Why didn’t you tell me that you’d talked to Chase?”

Hoyt rolled his eyes and moved past Kofi. He stuck the key in the lock, but it wouldn’t turn. So now his attempt to make a dramatic getaway was ruined. He jiggled the handle and tried again, but it didn’t work.

Kofi’s hand closed around Hoyt’s as he took over. His jiggling worked better, and the lock disengaged. He pushed the door open, stepped back, and handed the key to Hoyt.

When Hoyt tried to grab it back, Kofi held tight to the part of the key ring with a dangling thingy printed with The Black Bear Inn’s logo. A warning flashed in his eyes, the kind that might have him on his knees if the circumstances were different. “Hoyt, don’t be pissy. I had a legitimate concern.”

Hoyt parked his free hand on his hip. “Let go of my fucking keys. I didn’t ask you to come here, and I don’t owe you an explanation. You’re not my alpha.”

“You asked me for a favor.”

At the reminder, heat traveled up Hoyt’s neck. Fucking fair skin got blotchy whenever he got mad. “You said no, and I moved on.”

 

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