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I grab the outstretched menu, clutching it in some vain attempt to keep myself busy. My eyes scan the items, but I’m not comprehending anything I see.
“We both know you’re going to go for the chicken tenders and fries,” he says close to my ear.
“I might,” I concede.
“We could share a chocolate milkshake if you’re up for it,” he offers.
My lips push together as I nod. I’m always down for ice cream in drinkable form. “Can we add peanut butter cups?”
Fitz laughs, leaning his shoulder against mine. “I knew that was coming.”
My chest flames as I desperately try to control my raging hormones. It’s kind of addictive how special it makes me feel when his entire focus is on me. I wonder if every woman he’s around has the same reaction when he smiles at them.
* * *
“Where the hell have you been?” Warrick growls as we make it onto the bus after our day out.
“I took Tinsel shopping because her birthday is tomorrow.” Fitz’s face appears over my right shoulder. He grins, cuddling his cheek to mine.
“We spent the better part of three hours scouring the venue and surrounding area, trying to figure out where you disappeared to.” Warrick looksreallypissed. “Next time, answer your damn phone or give someone a courtesy heads-up.”
Did Fitz miss a practice to hang out and shop with me? This trial run is his chance to prove himself and land a real contract.
“Come on, shortcake.” Ramsey grabs the bags I’m carrying before moving to take the ones from Fitz. “We’ll let them hash that out among themselves.”
I turn back, and the two alphas are glaring at each other. A large part of me wants to soothe their anger. After all, it’s an omega’s entire purpose in life.
Ramsey leads me to the room at the back of the bus. He tosses the bags on the bed and kicks the door closed with his shoe.
“You’re going to be legal tomorrow. Are you excited?” He bounces down on the bed, stretching out and nodding to the bags. “Did you get something sexy to celebrate?”
My face breaks out into a silly smile. “You make it sound like I’m turning eighteen, not twenty-one, but yes, after tomorrow, I’ll no longer have to sneak into your meet and greets.”
“And the sexy little number? Did you get something fancy?” He wiggles his eyebrows until a real bubble of laughter escapes my lips. “There it is. That’s the smile I was looking for.” He runs his fingers over my cheek.
“I got a dress, but it’s for Christmas.”
The tattoos lining his forearm flex as he continues to caress my cheek. Maybe he’s just one of those touchy-feely people.
“Can I get a private fashion show?” He grins wickedly as his long blond hair falls around his face.
I laugh, swiping his hand away. “Hell no, but you can help me decide what to wear for the show tonight.”
“Fine. I accept your offer.” He smiles so playfully that I find myself cheesing right back at him.
“I get the feeling you’re a bad influence,” I say, grabbing my new goodies out of the bags.
“Maybe. If I was the one keeping you company today, you definitely would’ve come back with a lot less material making up your clothing choices.” Ramsey smirks, picking up one of the ugly Christmas sweaters.
“I can only imagine.”
“God, I’m pretty sure my grandma owns this same one.” He shakes the knit sweater. “Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll pull it off much better. Try it on now. I promise not to check out your tits while you change.”
A bark of laughter escapes. There’s something about Ramsey’s energy that makes me feel light.
ChapterEight
Warrick
