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He sits down at my side which is kind of the head of the table.
If I had to guess, that’s his usual seat. He’s the lead Alpha in this pack, and the captain of these guys at work too, so their power dynamic is pretty well laid out.
I haven’t met the other two guys, yet, and I can’t help wondering if they’re Alphas.
Packs can be a mix of Alphas, Betas and Omegas, and the dynamics can get complicated.
These two seem pretty content about their place in this one. They feel settled.
I taste the soup and I can get why Rueben might think it would sell me on staying for dinner.
“This is so good,” I tell Bishop.
I have no idea what kind it is. I just now it’s spiced perfectly and it’s delicious.
“Mmm,” Rueben agrees. “As always.”
He’s somehow already halfway done when I look at his bowl.
I guess dunking huge pieces of bread into it soaks the soup up pretty fast.
I try a piece, and I can’t believe how good it is.
“Oh, my God. Do you bake this yourself?” I ask Bishop.
“He does,” Rueben murmurs through a full mouth.
Bishop gives him a warning look. “Don’t talk with your mouth full.”
Rueben rolls his eyes and swallows before he says, “Sorry.”
“We have a bread maker,” Bishop tells me. “It makes it easy. I try to make things from scratch as much as possible, because there’s so much garbage in most of the pre-packed stuff you get in supermarkets.”
“I like to cook,” I admit. “When I have time. Those pre-packed meals and snacks are just so easy. Real cooking takes time.”
“That’s true,” Bishop admits. “I’m guessing your work takes priority?”
“Basically.” It’s sort of true for me, but it’s especially true for Scarlett.
“She can’t stay for dinner because she needs to get some work done tonight,” Rueben adds.
I shrug, still feeling guilty for turning down that offer. “Got to keep hustling. A music career isn’t born out of sitting back and waiting for something good to happen.”
Scarlett usually says stuff like that with a bit more enthusiasm behind it, but it’s exactly the kind of thing she always says when anyone asks why she doesn’t take too many vacations.
“I’m sure it isn’t,” Bishop agrees. “You’re welcome to stay for dinner any time you like.”
“Thanks,” I murmur, hoping it’s the last time they ask.
Chapter twenty-eight
Sapphire
I dart up the path to Scarlett’s rented house, and I find the door unlocked again. I leave it that way this time. I guess everyone has locks on their bedroom doors, and this is a quiet, low crime kind of town, but still. It feels crazy to leave the front door unlocked. It’s just asking for trouble.
Taking Scarlett’s phone out of her purse, I dial my number as I walk up the stairs to her bedroom.
She takes her time to answer the call. I’m already locked in her room and switching her laptop on when she picks up.
