I wasn’t sure which.
The bartender—Jerri, who I also knew from the pack—came over with a smile. Her gaze flicked between us, and her eyebrows lifted a bit. Her smile grew slightly. “What can I get you guys?”
“Coke would be good,” I said.
I’d use the sugar and tiny bit of caffeine to propel me through what might be a very awkward conversation.
Bauther didn’t look surprised at all by my order.
He had been following me for a while.
“Dr. Pepper for me,” Bauther said.
I lifted my eyebrows.
He raised his at me when Jerri stepped away to grab her drink.
“You don’t drink?” I asked him.
“Not when my date doesn’t.”
“Is this a date, then?” My question came out fast, and a bit alarmed.
I couldn’t help it.
He was too beautiful.
“Yes.”
The confidence in his answer caught me off guard too. “Why is it a date?”
Dammit, I needed to learn how to think before I spoke.
“You’re gorgeous, and kind. Do I need another reason?”
I blinked at him.
What was I supposed to say to that?
“And the alphas invited someone you really won’t like tonight. Oxford Retti,” he added.
I blinked again. “Why won’t I like him?”
“Ox is the alpha of the roughest pack in the country. He doesn’t ask for permission.”
And I could be a real doormat sometimes.
It was a problem.
I knew it was a problem.
I just hadn’t figured out how to fix that about myself yet.
“Hopefully he’s not my mate, then,” I said with a sigh. “The other girls will probably point me out to him when he gets here.”
“Not if you’re with me.”
“They can’t be dissuaded. I’ve tried.”