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That perked him right up. “Saturday is perfect.”
FOUR
DYLAN
Dylan paced around his penthouse with his tie half done and his shirt still unbuttoned at his collar. The excited energy was practically bubbling right out of him.
He couldn’t believe Gerri’s uncanny ability to find mates. He’d heard rumors ... of course ... over the years that she’d been involved with the shifter communities, that she’d always had a knack for finding mates and bringing them together.
It just never would’ve occurred to him that she would be doing the same for him until he’d seen his own mate walking in through the front door, her beautiful blonde hair falling in waves around her shoulders and those piercing green eyes immediately finding him.
He’d felt the connection form instantly and knew he was already done for.
Their date had gone fantastically after that. They’d stayed through the three courses of their meals, dessert, and a round of coffee and still hadn’t run out of things to talk about.
Dylan had never felt so enamored with a single person before ... but there they both were, even overstaying their welcome and getting kicked out of the restaurant at closing time.
It’d made them both laugh as they exited the building. The lights on the marquee sign above the entrance shut off the second the doors closed behind them.
Rose had looked up at him with those soulful eyes of hers, her teeth working her bottom lip. Her soft sultry voice told him how nice of a night she’d had with him.
It’d honestly taken everything in Dylan not to throw her over his shoulder and drag her back to his place so he could see what was under that piece of fabric she called a dress.
He’d been proud of himself, though. He'd hailed her a cab and sent her off for the night with a promise of their date on Saturday.
Now that the day was finally here, he was having trouble settling down long enough to actually get ready. What he truly wanted to do was say fuck it all and race out the door to catch up to wherever she was.
There would, of course, be a time for that. He was just unusually bad at waiting.
A knock at his door had him whipping around. He hadn’t been expecting anyone, but that didn’t necessarily mean that it was an unwelcome guest. In fact, he normally had people coming and going while he was around.
Heading over to the door, he pulled it open and smiled when he saw Gibson. “What’s up?”
His friend smiled at him. “Came over to check on you.”
Dylan looked down at himself, realizing that he was still only half-dressed. “That bad, huh?”
Gibson laughed. “I had a feeling you’d be like this.”
Leaning away from the door and heading back into his penthouse, Dylan made his way to the wet bar over by his grand piano. It faced the city skyline, which was a beautiful view to play sad songs whenever he was feeling particularly melancholy.
Thankfully, those moods were few and far between these days.
Dylan grabbed one of the handles of rum and pulled the stopper out. The door closed with a soft click behind Gibson while he treaded inside. His shoes scuffed slightly against the marble flooring.
“You knew I’d be nervous for my date?”
“Your date?” Gibson echoed.
“Yes?” Dylan looked over his shoulder at the other shifter, raising his brow.
“I wasn’t aware that you had one.”
Dylan blinked, watching his friend slide his hands into the pockets of his slacks. “Why else would you be over here?”
Gibson shrugged at him without saying anything else.
It confused Dylan even further, making him cap the rum and set it back down. Why the hell else would his friend want to come over to check on him? Dylan wasn’t known to be a neurotic mess, but he also had never had any experience with dating his mate either.
