Nash let out a whistle. “And I get to have you on my arm tonight? Everyone is going to be jealous.”

“Firecracker, little dove…” Shepherd trailed off, shaking his head like he thought we might disappear, like we were just an illusion. “Breathtaking. We are some lucky bastards.”

“Yes, you are,” Devon said as Nash and Shepherd helped us off the final step. Thank god I was not wearing heels, I would’ve embarrassed myself before this night was over.

The drive was longer than I expected, taking us almost an hour to get into the city. By the time we got there, evening had fallen, making the lights even brighter.

“This is the one thing I miss about the city. Aren’t they beautiful in their own way? I mean, it can’t beat the mountain views, but this is still incredible.”

“It is, and at least we get the best of both worlds,” Devon said. “We can come in anytime we want. We could even rent a suite, spend the weekend enjoying the city, get our country boys out of there. Surely, Shepherd can hire someone to take care of the animals temporarily.”

“I’m sure,” Nash said. “If you guys want it, we’ll make it happen.” He sounded so sure of himself that I couldn’t doubt that he’d follow through.

“So, where are we going?” I questioned instead.

“Devon told me that dinner theater is his favorite, and I found something that I thought might be perfect.”

Devon squealed. “Are you kidding me? Best alpha ever.” He placed a sloppy kiss right on Nash’s cheek, the alpha chuckling.

“Don’t let Shepherd hear you say that, or he’ll have something to prove.”

“You’re very different alphas. There’s no comparison,” Devon waved him off.

Thankfully, once we got to the city, it only took about fifteen more minutes to get to our destination.

It was a huge theater downtown, the marquee sign out front telling us a bit more about what we were going to experience.

“Nash, is this what I think it is?” Devon said, leaning closer to the window as if it would give him more answers.

“Dine with a cinema?” I questioned, reading the sign.

“It’s this whole experience where they play a clip of the movie while you get served whatever they’re eating in the movie, and then they go through tons of courses, just small portions.”

“And this one has a symphony that will play along with the scores in the movie,” Nash said.

“This is amazing,” Devon whispered in awe. Everything from the city lights, the fancy theater, and the prospect of dinner had him lighting up.

Nash pulled right up front, handing over a VIP valet ticket.

“He has the best connections,” I muttered to Devon, who just shook his head, still speechless.

We were quickly swept inside to a VIP table on the edge of a balcony overlooking the stage and the symphony that was settling into their chairs.

The waitress came around almost the second we were seated, a flirty smile on her face, until I narrowed my eyes. Apparently, I was feeling possessive lately.

“What can I get you?” she offered, looking at me this time instead of the others. “We have a full wine list, a full bar. Everything’s included with your ticket.”

“What are your non-alcoholic options?” I questioned. As much as I’d love a glass of champagne, it wasn’t in the cards for me anymore, at least not for another eight months.

“We can make any of our signature drinks into a mocktail form,” she promised. “We also have an array of sparkling juices.”

I looked at the list sitting in the middle of the table quickly before choosing a sparkling blackberry mocktail.

“You know what? I’ll have the same,” Devon said. “Solidarity, baby.” He gave me a wink.

“I’ll have a beer,” Nash said, to no one’s surprise.

As soon as she was gone, Devon whipped his head back to me, grinning like a madman.