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My heart was so full.
“And write fan fiction about you and Hugo, apparently.” Bjorn winked.
I finally dared to take a look, and I needed a glass of ice water and a ticket to Vegas.
But right now, I was on a mission. “I have ideas. Some people and shifters I could bring on stage that could help me tell the story. And there’s a really fun way we could do this.”
“Does this mean we get to give you a makeover?” Marissa waggled her brows.
“I am fabulous just as I am.” I waved my hand. “And I’m not a contestant onThe Mating Game.”
“There’s a wolf who’s ready to claim you,” Bjorn said. “Hugo would kill me for saying this—I’m surprised he let me live after what I did to his truck—but he adores you, and he’s terrible at relationships. He’s such a wolf’s wolf, and he doesn’t always know how to read your signals.”
“I thought I was supposed to be taking control of the narrative.” I laughed. Hugo wasn’t the only one terrible at relationships. Which was fine with me. We didn’t have to follow anyone else’s rules or expectations. We could just be ourselves. “You and Marissa are slated to take the stage in two weeks. That should give me enough time to put all the pieces in place, and we can treat the viewers to a doubleheader. But first, that means you need to go on one more date. Do you think you’ll be ready?”
“It’s my turn to choose,” Bjorn said. “And I know exactly what we should do.”
Marissa shook her head. “Last time you chose what we did, I wound up having a sleepover in the snow. Maybe that means you forfeit your turn.”
Bjorn scoffed. “Someone’s still feisty after a week in bed.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “Would you want me any other way?”
“I want you every possible way I can get you,” he said with a rumble.
I held up my hands. If I didn’t intervene, I’d have to leave the room to give them some privacy. “Save it for the stage. I propose each of you choose something, and we make it into one big, epic date.The Mating Gameis on a mission. They can’t do this show without us.”
ChapterTwenty-Four
Bjorn
Bibi asked me to meet her atThe Mating GameHQ, but she didn’t say why. Tonight was my final date night with Marissa. She planned the first part, and the end of the night was all me.
As much as I tried to get Marissa to spill the beans on what she had planned, she wouldn’t budge. Didn’t matter how I tried to get the information out of her. We’d spent every moment together since the avalanche. My bear didn’t want to let her out of his sight.
So she hadn’t had too many opportunities to pull anything over on me. But once I factored in a certain fairy dragmother who could make anything materialize…I’d been involved in enough episodes to know that anything was possible.
“Bjorn! Bjorn! Have you talked to Suzanne?” a reporter called to me from the crowd.
It still shocked me they knew who I was. I wasn’t exactly incognito, even when I was just the camera guy. I was well over six feet tall, had a lot of hair, and took up a lot of space.
Marissa, on the other hand, glowed in front of the camera. She enjoyed that part a lot more than I did. Maybe once our episode was over, I could talk to Beebs about finding a way to keep her in front of it.
“We’re not exactly text buddies.” My bear growled at the mention of Suzanne. But ever since she’d shown up in Sunset Springs, the situation outside HQ had become volatile. I needed to channel my inner Bibi, take back control of the situation, and not let some human with a microphone get the best of me. “I’d rather talk about date night.”
The queens, who were holding court front and center like they did every day, whooped in response and offered high fives, which I gladly accepted.
The reporter nodded. “Are you sure your date is going as planned? Because Saint Lovell, Jackson Hunter, and Leo Wylde just arrived a few moments ago.”
Fuck.
There was no way they didn’t know Suzanne had the Hudaknocker. They would want to take action. Now. Which might have been a better move than hoping she actually handed it over to Beebs on stage. I had a feeling whatever big reveal Suzanne promised had something to do with that.
“I consider those guys friends, and they want the best for Marissa and me, and I want the same for their families.”
“You tell him, bear,” one of the queens said.
“If you don’t have any more questions, I’m gonna head in and start my date.”
