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“Sure. When you are installing and testing industrial security systems, you eat when you can.” She shrugged.

Marshall’s phone chimed. He smiled slowly. “Can you get some extra tickets?”

“Sure. The upgrade in venue comes with ten tickets for me a night.”

Rayden checked his phone. “I only get five tickets.”

She smiled. “But I am the patchwork pixie.”

He chuckled.

Marshall snickered. “Anyway. There are some high-powered alphas from Japan who want to see an Elite female on skates. Since you get some VIP tickets, if you offer them one of the evenings, they are willing to hook you up with whatever you need locally.”

“What?”

“They live two properties over.”

“Oh. Wow. I know it is a stereotype, but where is a good spot around here for sushi?”

Marshall typed, and when the phone immediately chimed, he laughed. “She asked what we want.”

“Who?”

“Polly. Her husband is one of the company clients, and he’s also an alpha with extras.”

“He’s an Elite?”

“No. He’s in the monster category.” Marshall smiled. “Your favourite sushi?”

“Barbeque eel.”

He chuckled. “Good answer. Mama Tsubaki will love you.”

“Who’s that?”

“Just one of the best Japanese chefs on the continent. She has retired and lives locally but occasionally slips into her family restaurant for special clients. Polly is always a special client.”

“I would like to thank her personally.”

He smiled and texted. “Polly and Minoru will come here and pick you up. They will be here in eight minutes. The drive to the restaurant will take twenty minutes.”

“Right. I just need to grab my coat and my wallet.”

Rayden said, “I’ll get it.”

He headed upstairs for her and returned with a bounce in his steps. He wrapped her in a shawl instead of her coat. “Your coat doesn’t fit the real you.”

“Oh. Right.” She took the wallet from him and slid it into the pocket of her sweatshirt. She kissed his cheek, and he sighed and pressed his forehead to her shoulder.

She was a little nervous when the vehicle pulled in, but the driver came around and paused for a moment before swallowing, bowing, and opening the door for her. A woman stepped out and smiled. “You must be Rub...” The woman stood and looked up and up.

“You must be Polly. Pleased to meet you.” She extended her hand as a very large alpha stepped out of the car.

She stared at him and saw the crimson mask and horns overlaying his features. “Right. Monster alpha.”

He looked startled. “You can see it?”

“Yeah. Oh, sorry. I am Ruby.”

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