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“I didn’t realize this was a mess.”

I chuckled. “That’s okay. Means it’s good.”

“And you’re a lawyer, but what about Sovann? I know Orin runs The Alibi.”

“Yes. Sovann works from home, editing books. Works his own hours and the other times, he handles so many things around the house. He really keeps our pack running.”

She ate some more and then nailed me with a stare. “And you’re the alpha of the pack.”

My wolf wanted me to shift and show her his form. The big, bad wolf needed her to know that her alphas could protect her. Animal. He wanted to preen in front of her. Show off.

“I am but it’s only because my alpha is a bit stronger than theirs. I can’t name one time I’ve ever had to use my bark on them or override anything. We work as a team.”

“Oh. That’s really different from the pack I came from.”

I wished we had more privacy so she could tell me. She would one day. I had a feeling it would reveal all the reasons she didn’t date shifters.

Except she’d broken her rule for me.

“We run our pack like a family.”

We didn’t talk much for the rest of the meal but as we walked toward the flower shop, I took her hand in mine and she let me. Hand-holding was intimate. It wasn’t naked, but the bond sparked between us nevertheless.

She had all of me. One date.

“Before we go back to work, I wanted to ask you something.”

She turned, key in her hand. “Ask away.”

“We would like to take you on a date. All of us.”

Those blue eyes widened to the size of saucers. “Even after I kept turning you down?”

“Yes, Hema. A date. With all three of us. Dinner? You name the day.”

“Tonight.” She slammed her lips shut. I would bet her wolf had just spoken for her.

“Tonight it is. We’ll pick you up at six. Is that okay?”

“Seven,” she corrected. “The shop closes at six. I need time to get dressed.”

“Give me your phone number, please.”

I texted her so she’d have mine, and, when I was out of her view, I called my pack. We officially had a date with our omega.

Chapter Seventeen

Sovann

Instead of taking her out to dinner where there would be more prying ears, we decided to take dinner to her.

She volleyed our idea with some excuses but, in the end, we won.

Now, I had the chance to show off for our mate.

I picked up groceries from the market and brought along some things from my kitchen, not knowing how hers was equipped.

We decided on New York strip steaks and garlic mashed potatoes with a salad. Easy, simple, but impressive in its own way.