Page 35 of Talk About… Trouble

“I’m glad he took care of you,” Nash grinned. “Hopefully next time I’ll be there to help with that recovery. I know how bad it is after a big panic attack.”

He froze, realizing what he said.

“Nevermind, forget that. Hopefully there is no next time,” he said, giving us each a kiss on the cheek. He was quick enough he didn’t freeze until after he pulled away, a low groan escaping him.

“You’re both trying to fucking kill me,” he protested as he put another step between us. “If you don't want to go right back upstairs, we should go.”

He reluctantly walked to his car and held open the door.

“Whose in the middle?”

“Me,” Wren chirped as she sashayed her hips past us and let him help her into the cab. She slid over and already started messing with the radio.

“She looks good in there doesn’t she?” he said, giving me a grin.

“She’ll look even better between us,” I said as I moved past him, climbing in without his assistance. He huffed out a laugh but closed the door behind me, walking around the truck to climb in.

When he saw she wasn’t buckled in yet, he reached over and did it himself. She rolled her eyes but the small smile on her lips said she wasn’t upset about it in the least.

By the time he pulled on the street and started toward our breakfast spot she found a playlist and was already singing along softly. I’d rather her belt it like she did last night but this softerversion of her was just as amazing. She looked content here between us, comfortable.

Nash pulled up at the diner. It wasn’t fancy, but I already knew their food was amazing.

It wasn’t busy at this time of the morning so we snagged a booth, both of us sitting across from Nash. He didn’t protest. The alpha looked happy just to have us with him.

“So, what’s the plan today?” Wren asked, eyes wide and excited.

“Well, I saw you were wearing aReckless Omegasshirt… and I just so happen to have some connections,” he said, dragging out the words to build anticipation. It was working because she was practically bouncing out of her seat now.

“What did you do?!” she demanded. Our waitress had awful timing, sliding up to the table with a peppy grin and order book in hand.

“Welcome in, what can I get you?” This wasn’t the same waitress we had our first visit here, but that was probably for the best. This one was a lot more enthusiastic.

“Coffee, cream and sugar, the chocolate chip pancakes and hash browns,” Wren ordered without skipping a beat.

“Any meat or eggs?” Nash prompted, probably noticing her lack of protein.

“I’m a vegetarian, but I’m not feeling eggs today. I’ll eat more protein with lunch,” she said easily.

“Does it bother you if we eat meat?” I asked, wincing as I realized I’d missed this entirely.

“No, of course not,” she said. “Order away. Even I know bacon smells amazing.”

“It tastes even better,” Nash joked, before putting in his own order.

“The same pancakes as her and a side of bacon,” I added. “And coffee.”

As she moved away, Wren was already focused back on Nash. “Now spill, alpha.”

“I like the way you say that,” he teased, before reaching in his pocket and pulling out a stack of tickets, sliding them her way across the empty table.

Her gasp and squeal had everyone looking over at us, even more so as she literally launched herself over the table to crush him in a hug. Her scent swelled in the air, no longer just subtle, but a quick burst of potent perfume before dulling again. Just a glimpse but my heart was pounding in response.

It was incredible. Vibrant and sweet and I found myself inhaling trying to catch more of that scent.

Nash noticed, too, his eyes locked on me as shock filled them. She didn’t notice as she pulled away, already gushing about the band.

“I hope it’s okay that I chose something she liked,” he said, reaching over for my hand. I let him wrap his fingers around mine.

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