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She sighed. “Suck it up, Toros, I am kidding. Mostly.”
He frowned.
Byron stroked her cheek. “Feeling a little more aggressive?”
She scowled. “I nearly bit your hand just there, so yes...”
He grinned.
She blinked. “You aren’t serious. Being bad-tempered isn’t on the list.”
“You have been reading the wrong books.” He tapped her nose.
“How much time do I have?”
“Anywhere from one to three days.”
“Fuck.”
“Eventually, now, let’s get to the car.”
She grimaced and stalked away from him. Toros held his hands up and backed away. She snarked out, “Who’s car are we taking?”
Toros cleared his throat. “We can take my truck.”
Byron nodded. “She gets to sit in the back by herself.”
She scowled but shrugged. “Fine.”
She checked her phone and chatted with her friends, telling them she was going out for a pack dinner.
Nisha was highly amused.“Make sure you get dessert.”
She chuckled.“Of course. Priorities.”
The group chat kept flowing as she was driven to Denith’s restaurant. She confirmed she had eaten and had a very decent word count for the day. That bit of information relaxed her friends more than anything.
When the truck stopped, she looked up and cocked her head. They were outside a restaurant, and there was a line about twenty feet long.
“Oh, we are going to have to wait.”
Byron laughed and held up his phone. “Teyval has our table.”
She shrugged. “Cool.”
Byron got out and opened her door. She unbuckled and scooted to the edge of the seat, taking Byron’s hand as he helped her to the pavement. She sniffed the air and heard gasping and muttering at her appearance.
She looked at the line and waved weakly. “Hey.”
Some of the couples in line got excited. She held onto Byron’s arm and walked toward the doors. The host looked up from her tablet and blinked. “Oh. Oh!”
“I believe that Denith has a table for us.” Byron smiled. “A member of our party is already here.”
“Oh, yes, of course. This way.” The very pretty brunette smiled and walked past the other tables, leading them into the kitchen, where Teyval occupied a small raised area.
“This is the chef’s special table. Only special guests are invited.” The hostess stood to one side and gestured at the table set for four.
Teyval grinned. “We are special.” He got up and held Myrtle’s chair for her.
