Page 77 of Talk About… Trouble

“Was that a little growl I heard when she walked up?”

“She was checking you out,” I pouted, not even apologetic in the least. “She should keep her eyes to herself.”

“I think I kind of like you possessive,” he teased, scooting his chair a little closer so that his hand could easily rest on my thigh. Anytime he was sitting by me, that was his favorite move, and I loved it. It was comforting and made me feel protected.

Nash moved his chair, too, sandwiching me between them so we had a better view of the stage.

The symphony started playing a soft melody as everyone found their seats, and before we knew it, they were starting the first round.

“This is fromThe Hidden Omega,” the waiter said, giving us a rundown of the fantasy movie. “There’s a disastrous dinner party where the omega uses the salad as a diversion. Ours is a bit less explosive.”

The symphony started to play in the background as the screen lit up with the scene in question, salad plates being placed in front of us.

It was absolutely amazing. The flavors were incredible, and the salad was fresh and crisp. I was already loving the entire experience. I’d never done anything like this before.

Devon was practically moaning at every bite. He was truly in heaven.

Then the soup course was brought out. I didn’t recognize the movie on screen—it was an action movie—but the soup was still incredible.

I hadn’t realized just how many courses were coming out until we were on the fifth and hadn’t even reached the main. Everything was small, just enough to give us a taste and the experience before it was swept away.

The staff truly had it down to a science.

Even the waitress, who I was eyeing in the beginning, was great, refilling our drinks anytime they went below half and giving us amazing intros to each course.

When it got to the main course, a roast chicken dinner as yet another movie played on the screen. This one I recognized from childhood, a cute cartoon that had a bit of a gothic twist.

I was thankful my morning sickness hadn’t shown back up. I was devouring everything they brought out, even if I couldn’t enjoy the chicken. Mine was still an amazing mock chicken that was seasoned perfectly.

Nash gave me a wink when I realized they were accommodating my vegetarian meals. He really was the most thoughtful alpha.

By the time they got to the final round, a decadent chocolate cake from a cute romcom, I was stuffed.

Devon was practically glowing with happiness as he soaked everything in. He’d taken pictures of each course, posting them to his packVlog and gushing about the night.

Having a night out made it so much easier to forget the awful omega who had tried to ruin my week only a few days ago. I’d warned my lawyers about what happened, but they weren’t concerned, and so I wasn’t going to let it get to me.

As they swept away the last course, Nash helped us out of our chairs and back outside to the valet.

Instead of driving us out of town, Nash drove us to the pier overlooking the lake.

Once we got to the sand, I kicked off my shoes, hiking up my dress in one hand and holding my shoes in the other. My mates were pushed into my sides, both barefoot as we walked slowly down the shore.

It was beautiful, the moonlight reflecting off the water, giving just enough light that it felt ethereal out here.

My gaze caught on Devon for a moment. The moonlight reflecting on his skin made him glow in the sexiest way. I turned toward Nash, and he had the same appeal, as the moonlight accentuated his rugged, alpha features. His hazel eyes were looking down at me, brimming with happiness, and I was glad I wasn’t the only one feeling this.

“Is it weird for a pack to get married these days?” I asked. “I feel like everyone mostly bonds and makes the pack official, and leaves it at that.”

“If that’s something you want, we can make it happen,” Nash said, thinking it over.

But then my eyes caught on Devon. I could see the mischief in his eyes and the plan forming already.

We were about as unconventional as a pack could be, and this was only one more thing to add to the list.

Maybe we were going to have to propose tothem.

Then we wouldn’t have to wait, because we were all about claiming what we wanted and manifesting the life we deserved.

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