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She was also the reason I loved Science. Faith rolled her eyes. “Always be the good boy.” She held the book in one hand and held her other hand out. “Give me the book. I gotta get to Third Rail now if I still want a place to study.” “Third Rail?” “Yeah. It’s the cafe on Sullivan Street. All NYU students go there. Well, not all. Some of us go to Mud for their chai tea but that place is too pricey for me,” explained her. “Come on. Give me those books so I could get there fast.”

This is book 3 of the Bad Boys and Babies Series. It is a stand-alone novel with all-new characters, however, the themes are similar! Please enjoy! Emma “Welcome to Coffee Shack, Mrs. Johnson.” Emma greeted her next customer with a smile. “Your usual?” The woman in a suit nodded, barely looking up from her phone. That was typical here. The coffee shop was located on the first floor of a downtown skyscraper with all sorts of important businesses filling the offices upstairs. W&W BabyCo held most of the floors, but there was also an internet company and a well respected law firm in the building. Everyone who came for coffee was usually busy with some sort of important work.

The lively chatter of patrons filled his ears, accompanied by the clinking of cups and saucers and the whirring of the coffee machines. After a few moments of scanning the bustling cafe, Ronin’s keen eyes settled on the man he was there to meet. He spotted him nestled in a cozy corner near the window, engrossed in a book. As Ronin made his way towards him, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee was replaced with a hint of musty paper, emanating from the stacks of books lining the shelves.

The city sky had grown dark to a mellow gray, the kind that swathed everything in gentleness—buildings, trees, people. Rain still lingered in the air, shrouding the windows of **Chapter & Soul** in a soft mist. Inside, the world progressed more slowly, more softly. It was perfumed with old books, chamomile tea, and something sweet that Lena had baked and not labeled.

🔻🔻🔻 Zara’s POV The air inside the café was warm carrying the faint scent of roasted coffee. I sat near the window, stirring my coffee absentmindedly while keeping my eyes on the entrance. I was early, but I didn’t mind. I had too many questions boiling inside me to sit still anywhere else. Then, after a few minutes, Sienna walked in, smiling as if nothing in the world was wrong. Her designer bag hung casually over her arm, and her steps were light, confident. When she reached my table, she flashed a bright smile and greeted me cheerfully.

Since she had the nanny taking care of the kids, she wanted us to meet at this new place that opened close to the MET that everyone was talking about lately. I arrived a bit earlier, so I went inside and got us a table close to the window. It was a nice establishment, with white cushions and cute paintings on the wall. The order was made through self-ordering kiosks and there was a huge counter where they placed your food and drink once it was ready. The place was already buzzing for a Sunday morning, and even though I was in a bad mood, the chatting didn’t bother me as much as I thought it would. Sienna didn’t take long to arrive. She strode inside with her high heels and her clean make up,

RAINA The Next Day. After Syvelster's daring texts last night, I worked up the courage to tell him I wasn't coming to his apartment anymore. He'd suggested the cafe without missing a beat. A small place at the back of an old bookstore on the east side. The kind of place where people came to read, not to be seen. He said he'd been there before. Back table. No foot traffic. No cameras. I told myself this was better. Public. Safe. Professional.

Chapter 27: The First Edition The floor of The Narrative was really quiet but you could feel the excitement in the air as Elena and Julian got out of the elevator. The big studio in Brooklyn with its brick walls and huge windows was a big change from the crazy and stressful places Elena used to work when she was writing books for other people. Downstairs the teams that did research and design were sitting around a table looking at the final versions of the book before it was printed. They were getting ready to launch the Nora Vale imprint.

The upscale Beverly Hills cafe buzzed with the quiet power of old money and newer secrets. Elara sat across from her aunt Sienna at a corner table draped in crisp white linen, her pulse racing faster than the espresso machine behind the counter. Sunlight streamed through the large windows, catching on Sienna’s elegant gold jewelry and the sharp calculation in her eyes. Jax sat beside Elara like a coiled spring, his thigh pressed tightly against hers under the table, one hand gripping her knee with possessive force.

She didn’t show it, but her own heart always skipped a beat whenever she met someone who truly loved her friend’s books. ***** Chrysler Building, 37th floor, Lexington Avenue, one of the most iconic buildings in New York City. This was where Jessica Lopez’s office was located. She had eight staff members: two accountants, two in marketing, two in the creative department, one personal assistant, and one personal secretary. The office wasn’t large, but it was stylish and elegant, perfectly matching the personality of the famous author. Her personal office was situated in the loft area of the main floor.