Page 37 of Talk About… Trouble

Nash

Devon’s eyes lit up the moment I pushed open the door and he saw a drag queen sashay past us.

When he said he loved dinner theater, I wasn’t sure if this would count, but it sounded fun.

The website where I got tickets said it was a mix of pop songs and classics everyone would recognize.

All I wanted to do was spend more time with my omegas, which also meant snagging time with Devon while she worked, or her when he was out. Right now, it was his turn again.

Plus, I couldn’t stand being at home alone any longer. I had a pack and my alpha wanted to be near them every moment we could.

“This is everything,” Devon gushed as he pulled me over to one of the two seater tables. “Though, if they flirt with my alpha we might have problems.”

“Don’t worry, I’m all yours,” I reassured him, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead as I pushed in his chair then took mine, promptly yanking him around the table so we were touching.

“So needy,” he teased, looking up at me with what could only be described as molten heat. Those big, brown eyes of his would be the death of me.

When he was next to Wren, her expressive baby blues also focused on me?

Oh, I was a puddle.

“I’m Fiona. What can I get you?” a drag queen that had a sparkly, green wig walked up, looking more like a forest fairy than a waitress.

We’d barely looked at the menu so we both sheepishly opened it and chose quickly. She smirked down at us as she wrote our order down.

“Too infatuated with each other to look beforehand? Ugh, young love,” she teased before she was rushing away, barking orders at the kitchen as she passed by.

“I love it here,” Devon said, shaking his head.

The place filled up quickly. Fiona barely had time to drop by our drinks and an appetizer before she was off again and the lights were dimming.

The hostess walked out, a tall woman in mile-high boots and a tight, leather catsuit. Her first words in the mic were a ‘meow’ before she introduced herself.

“Hello, my beauties. I’m Kitty-Kat and I will be your hostess tonight! Who is excited to be here?”

The entire crowd cheered, including Devon who was already into it. While he was transfixed on them, I couldn’t help but keep my focus all on my omega.

The way he lit up was adorable, those expressive, brown eyes practically dancing with excitement.

“I think I need a little help on stage,” Kitty-Kat called out, putting a hand over her eyes and scanning the crowd. Devon’s gasp when she landed on him had me laughing. He waslivingfor this.

Honestly, I was killing it at this courting thing. Two amazing dates down and several more successful hangouts. I knew it wouldn’t be perfect as I tried to convince Wren she was mine, too, but I wasn’t scared of a little challenge.

I had a feeling when she realized I wasn’t going anywhere that she’d be more open to the idea.

Devon was whisked away on stage, a feather boa wrapped around his shoulders and he went all in to join the other dancers. I swear, they got even more cheers now that he was enthusiastically joining in.

The fact everyone was watching him, but he only had eyes for me, did things to an alpha.

Scent-matches were always talked about as such a soul changing experience and I was realizing that even more every time I spent time with my omegas.

Every breath I took, every thought I had, was now centered on them. Currently, Devon was at the front, and when I was alone with Wren, she was.

Together, though, they were both there front and center.

That was yet another sign that her dormant omega might not know she’s ours, but we sure as hell did.

Devon’s scent was even stronger when he was finally deposited back at my side. His excitement had it taking on a sweeter edge that I breathed in with no shame.

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