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“No. It’s kind of a date spot, and well, I don’t really date. I’ve been a couple of times on any own. I sat at the bar inside listening to music. Or, when Dustin and I were working late, we might come in and grab a steak.”
“What made you bring me here?”
“Isn’t it obvious Angel?” She shakes her head, no.
“I’m trying to impress you. Show you that there is more to me than the monster. you saw earlier today.” She looks at me for a long moment before looking at the menu.
“What do you suggest?”
“Well, if you trust me, I can order for both of us.”
I watch as she closes her menu. “Surprise me, then.”
I smile as our waitress walks over. I order a bottle of wine and appetizers. I’m hoping a good workout today will have increased her appetite, so I’ll be ordering her a steak and potatoes to share.
“I have a question for you,” she says. “And I’ll preface it with, ‘you’re not going to like it’.”
I reach over and take her hands. “I told you, you can ask me anything. I may not. like your question, you may not like my answer, but I want us to communicate and be honest with each other.”
She nods, looking down at our hands. “Would you let me see Eli?”
My whole body goes rigid. I clench my jaw and I can feel the muscle twitching with the force I am exerting.
“Why?” It comes out as a growl and I rein it in. “What I mean is, you may not realize that he kidnapped Cara and tried to forcibly mark her. You meeting with him puts you at risk and I don’t feel comfortable having you close to him.”
“You would be with me the entire time.” She says, holding my gaze.
I don’t want her near that murderer. I should have killed him, then none of this would be happening.
Our wine comes while I’m a contemplating how to convince her to not see him. Before getting back to the heavy conversation, I pick up my glass, holding it up to clink with hers.
“To a fresh start and new beginnings, together.”
She tips her glass to mine. “Together.”
Okay, I might have just set myself up.
I sigh. “Tell me why you want to see him.”
“Clint and Cara told me a lot about Alessia’s Guardian line today. Many of the strengths that the Fae King has documented over the years. But one that they didn’t tell me, that Alessia has, is the ability to smell deceit. It’s another reason I’m willing to give us a chance. I know that everything you said to me today was truthful. If you had been lying, I would have known.”
I think about this new development. I’m happy that she can tell that I’m being honest with her, but what can her ability do to help me with Eli?
She’s watching me and she leans in. “I can confirm when he’s lying. If he tried to forcibly mark a Guardian, then he knows that we have enhanced abilities beyond a regular wolf. He’ll know that I can tell he’s lying.” She holds my hands tighter. You seem to need closure. At least then you’ll know for sure that he’s lying.”
“You will stay by my side the entire time. You have to promise me that.”
“I promise. I have no interest in being forcibly marked by anyone.”
Our appetizers arrived and I ordered our dinner.
When I turn back, she says, “Tell me about your business. You said you have a company in the human city?”
“Yes.” I tell her about the company, the two departments that we have, my role as president and CEO and how it financially supports the pack. She listens, periodically asking questions and I realize, it’s the first time anyone has ever wanted to know about me and my life. Usually, people want something from me that’s part of being an Alpha. It feels good to share these things with her and jus have her listen.
“Where do you find the time? You run a huge pack and also a massive company that stretches over the entire country. When do you have time for you, you, Liam?’
I shrug. “Work has always been my life. There has never been anything for me but work. That’s all I’ve ever known. I’ve wanted a partner to share my life and the responsibilities of running a pack. I searched for so many years trying to find you,all over the country, even overseas. Little did I know that you were within my reach this entire time, if I had only looked in the right place.”
She reaches over and takes my hand again. “You had no way of knowing where I was, just as I would have had no way of knowing that you wanted me as a mate, not as a Guardian. Even if I hadn’t been held captive by vampires, I would have continued to stay away from packs, so our paths probably would have never crossed.”
We finished our dinner and I asked if she wanted dessert. I wasn’t surprised when she said no. She didn’t finish her steak, but she ate more than she has been eating.
When we leave, I take her hand, walking us back to the car. I pick her up and put her in the truck, gently kissing her lips. She holds my face in her hands. Keeping her eyes on me, she slides her tongue between my lips like she did once before. I slip my tongue out and touch hers, drawing her tongue into my mouth and deepening the kiss. I let myself get pulled into the taste of her raspberries and cream until I hear her soft moan.
I gently pull away and kiss the corner of her mouth before I walk around and climb into the truck. Our drive back is peaceful, listening to the playlist I made her.
When we get back she asks, “Did you want me to cut your hair?”
“I would appreciate that, thank you.” Yes, I absolutely want to do anything that means I’m spending more time with you and means you will have your hands on me.
When we walk into the packhouse, I drop her clothes off with the house omegas. to be washed and then we head upstairs. I walk us into my room, letting go of her hand to go into my bathroom and pull out scissors and a comb to get ready to have her cut my hair. I unbutton my shirt, planning to take it off and walk back into the bedroom to see her looking around the room.
I look at my room, wondering what she sees. It’s decorated in a very masculine theme, all browns, blacks and creams. There isn’t really anything personal in my room other than a couple of pictures of my parents. I watch as she walks over to the pictures and I follow behind her.
“That’s my mom.”
“She was beautiful. You have her hair and her eyes.”
I point to other pictures. “That’s my dad, I’m built like him. And that is me as a child.” The picture is one that was taken about a year before my mother died. I don’t have any other pictures of me after that.
She picks up the picture, smiling as she runs her thumb over my image.
I stand behind her, putting my hands on her hips. “I paid for quite a few thoughts, and I’d like to cash in on the one you’re thinking now.”
She turns her head to look at me over her shoulder. “I was wondering what it would feel like to have a child that looked just like you.”
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