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I held him tighter. “Same.”

“I guess it’s normal though.”

He glanced up, and I took the opportunity to capture his lips with a kiss.

We’d known each other for less than twenty-four hours, but he was already my mate—my everything.

The sun peeked over the horizon, officially marking it as the first day of the rest of our lives.

∞∞∞

“You haven’t figured out which bartender is the billionaire yet?” I asked as we sat crowded around a table at Mitchell’s. “It’s…”

“Wait!” cried Flynn, Dylan’s mate. “Don’t tell them! I want to know their reasoning for whoever they pick.”

“Really?” I asked with a laugh.

“Yeah! Nobody stands out, which makes it interesting to see what they decide is proof one way or another.”

“Ok, fair,” I said.

It was interesting meeting my omega’s friends. While I’d met Dylan on Friday, his demeanor was much more relaxed outside of work. Then there was his mate, Flynn.

Adam’s other friend, Taal, wasn’t what I expected. Adam had warned me that the fact that he was white was a running joke. But I couldn’t get a read on him.

Taal seemed excited for Adam, but he seemed distracted. His eyes kept flicking to the table with Beau’s security detail.

Even though Beau wasn’t even working that day. It was also known that Beau’s alpha paid for security on days even when Beau wasn’t there so that people who didn’t know who he was wouldn’t be able to figure it out based solely on the presence or absence of security.

A waitress set a plate of deep-fried deliciousness in front of me, and I was only able to feign politeness for a few seconds before digging in. Between the fate-sickness then following that with making love to Adam for almost two days, I was famished.

And Dylan had just told us that he’d approved for Adam to have the next two days off so that we could recover and connect.

I hoped that Adam and I both understood ‘connect’ to mean the same thing: talking while I was knotted inside him.

“So, Taal,” I started. “I think I might want you to present too, if you’re up for it.”

“Hmm?” he asked, tearing his gaze from the security detail. “What was that?”

“Do you want to talk to high schoolers about why they need to know more about technology than their smartphones and netbooks?”

He chuckled. “I can do that, but I think Adam should break the ice with them. Anything I would say would fall flat if they think that they can do everything from their phones.”

“Fair,” I conceded.

I was about to ask what information he might need from me, when I noticed his gaze flick back to the security table. Then I noticed his scent deepened slightly, and decided to talk to him about it another time.

One thing teaching had taught me was that when somebody was that distracted, anything discussed was in one ear and out the other.

I wrapped my arm around Adam’s back.

There was time. These were my mate’s friends, and it was only the beginning of summer. We could work through presentation details later.

∞∞∞

I’d lived in Harris Cove for over a decade, but had never before found myself at a party like the one I was attending.

I was sitting on a patio overlooking the ocean—on Billionaire Row.