“So where were you two all day?” Lain says as we make our way deeper into town.
“Fairy Lochan,” Greer states easily.
Lain clicks his tongue like it makes so much sense and hums under his breath.
“All the while, I had not one, but two blokes fall asleep on my tour today. Do you know what that does to a man?”
“Aw. Poor baby,” I say, squeezing his forearm.
“Aye. That’s right. Feel sorry for me and touch me more.”
I laugh, feeling light and airy, and I do as he says, my hand sliding down and holding his. It shouldn’t be this easy. It’s never been this effortless before, not that I ever dated.
Every time I see people holding hands, I think of the impracticality of it. You have to walk the same speed. Doesn’t your palm get sweaty? But as I hold Lain’s hand, I don’t feel any of that, I just feel comfort.
It’s utterly terrifying.
Yet, I don’t pull away; it feels too damn good and don’t I deserve to feel good for a change?
The restaurant has a more romantic vibe from Greer’s. There’s only a small bar and most of the people here seem to be on dates or having more intimate conversations. We’re led to a table in the back, and I can’t help but notice a few people turn to look at us.
I clear my throat as Greer pulls back my chair.
“People are staring at us,” I mumble, trying to hide behind the menu.
“Very nosy locals I’d say,” Greer says louder than necessary.
That has people turning their heads.
“Dinnae fash. They just haven’t seen Greer or I with a woman in a long time. I’m sure before the night is through, the town will be humming and hawing about the bonnie American Omega we’re having dinner with.”
Greer nudges Lain.
“What?” Lain complains. “I mean. It’s not a big deal, Maisie. Ignore the townsfolk.”
“You have nothing to worry about, sweet girl,” Greer says.
Lain’s ears perk up at the term of endearment and he’s now hiding his face behind the menu.
“It’s all the better that none of the town Alphas get any ideas anyway,” Lain suggests and Greer looks like he’s trying to find some patience.
“Oh, and what idea is that?” I ask Lain.
“The idea that you’re interested,” he says easily.
“And what if I was?”
Lain grins, that one little dimple showing, and damn, he’s cocky. I didn’t think I found that attractive, in fact, I hated most of the Alphas at my—previous—job because they were overconfident pricks. But Lain is different. He has an easygoing confidence that isn’t abrasive or pushy.
“Then I’ll need to go home and put my kilt back on, so I have a fighting chance.”
I shake my head at him, feeling charmed.
The server seems familiar with the guys and gives me a warm smile as she takes our orders.
“You’re the other twin staying at Effie’s?” she asks, her words thick with a light Scottish brogue, just like my mom’s.
“Oh, you’ve met my sister?”
