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“Nope. I just saw her here in a vision. She’s going to punch someone for you tonight. This way.” Lucia scuttled off toward the sign-in table.
“Wait, punch someone for me?” Kru asked. “Or for Cadence?”
“Yes,” Lucia said over her shoulder.
What the fuck? Kru mouthed to Cadence, who just shrugged and grinned. Apparently, there was going to be a bar fight tonight. Lucas, their Alpha, was going to be so mad. “L-o-l,” she muttered to herself as she followed the path Lucia had carved into the crowd to the sign-in table.
“How does this work?” Kru asked, his eyes narrowed on the line to the sign-in table.
“I’m glad you asked. I looked up the rules earlier today to make sure we were sufficiently prepared. Number one, I stay seated at the same table all night, because I’m a lady. You, along with the other men, are the ones who move from table to table. We have five minutes to talk to each suitor before a buzzer sounds, then you have to move to the next table. If you find some ladies you have chemistry with, you can turn in their numbers at the end of the night. In the morning, we will get a list of people who are interested in us, and if we are interested in a person who is also interested in us, we will be given their phone number and email address.”
“Sounds fun,” he muttered, but she didn’t miss the sarcasm dripping from his tone.
“It will be, you’ll see. We’ll get you over Sasha yet.”
“Well, I blocked her, so I would say that constitutes me being over her.”
“Wait, what? You blocked her?”
“Yeah, right before you accosted me with your uninvited hug yesterday.”
“You liked the hug. I heard you purring.”
“I don’t purr.”
Cadence arched her eyebrow as they moved up in the line.
Kru frowned. “At least, I don’t think I purr.”
“You purr.”
His lightened eyes drifted to her, and she grinned cheerily and stepped forward again. Lucia was at the front of the line now, asking for the number 1010. “Dammit, I was going to ask for that one,” she murmured.
“She wants number sixty-nine,” he announced loudly as they reached the sign-in.
“Kru,” she gritted out through clenched teeth, but he was too busy pointing to her dramatically and saying loudly, “She just told me it’s her dream to have the number sixty-nine.”
The lady at the sign-in table pushed her glasses up her nose and sighed. “Name.”
“Cadence.” Kru was snickering beside her, so she shoved his shoulder. “Cadence, and I am here to assist my friend in finding the love of his life because no one will date him.”
Kru made a clicking sound behind his teeth. “I like your dress,” he said in a smooth, sultry voice, and the sign-in lady’s face softened. As she stared at him, her pupils dilating as she murmured thank you, Cadence rolled her eyes. Of course he had magical pussy-powers over women.
“He has herpes.”
“Cadence,” he growled. To his new prey, he uttered, “She wishes she could date me but I said no, so she has to ruin my reputation. When do you get off signing duties?”
“Are you…” The woman cleared her throat. “Are you a shifter?”
Kru screwed up his lip and then softened his smile. “Why?”
“Because it’s one of the questions you have to answer before you participate in speed-dating.”
“Har-har,” Cadence laughed as his face fell. “I am a shifter,” she volunteered.
“What kind?” the woman asked, but Cadence didn’t see that question on the paper—just if she was a shifter or not.
“A big one,” she said lightly, not about to tell personal details. Asking someone to identify their animal was akin to asking a woman her weight or age. Some were comfortable telling the answers, and some were not, but either way it was rude. She gestured to Kru. “He is a were-sea cucumber.”
