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He was answering before I could even say anything, leaving me sitting there alone.
Chapter Eleven
Lachlan
Quinn and I were seated at a table Saturday evening, in my favorite restaurant. Quinn had been waiting for me outside when I’d arrived, looking breathtaking in a pair of charcoal dress pants that hugged his ass to perfection, and a plum button down, paired with a black leather jacket. He looked mouth wateringly sexy.
Once we were seated at our table, I immediately ordered a bottle of my favorite red wine. I’d be okay with a glass or a glass and a half, since I was driving, and if needed I could always call my car service to come get me. The waiter filled our glasses, and then turned to me to take my order. Once I’d ordered my favorite steak and potato sides, the waiter asked, “And for the young omega, Sir.”
I pursed my lips, trying not to smile. While this was one of my favorite restaurants, serving excellent steaks and a wide variety of seafood, they tended to be a bit on the old fashioned, conservative side, when it came to alpha and omega roles. Just like I’d been, until a few days ago.
Quinn bristled. “This omega can speak for himself, thanks so much.”
I lost the battle within myself and smiled. I waved a hand towards Quinn, and nodded to the waiter, who sputtered. “Of course, alpha, I meant no harm.”
I gave him a warm smile. “None taken, but my date is perfectly capable of deciding what he would like to eat, without my input.”
The waiter turned to Quinn then, a blush forming on his cheekbones. “Of course, and for you, Sir.”
“I’ll have the lobster ravioli, with a side of lobster mashed potatoes, and instead of a house salad, I’ll have the lobster bisque.” The waiter nodded, writing down the order, and hurried away.
I grinned across the table at him. “I hope you didn’t order all that because you’re allergic to seafood, and you want an easy out.”
He snorted, merriment lighting up his eyes. “I’m a little disappointed that I’ve never thought to do that before. I love seafood. Absolutely love it.”
I took a sip of my wine, observing him over the rim of the glass, “So, tell me about yourself.”
This was usually the part of dates I despised, the small talk, the getting to know you, routine boring questions. With Quinn I found I wanted to know absolutely everything about him.
Quinn shrugged. “What do you want to know?” He took a sip of his wine, then swallowed and sighed, “Oh, that’s good.”
“It’s one of my favorites. I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”
I took another sip, as salad and soup were placed on our table. I really despised salad, but I always ordered it to try to counterbalance my love of carbs and my out-of-control sweet tooth. “Any siblings?”
Quinn took a sip of his bisque, closing his eyes and savoring the taste on his tongue. “Only child. I think my parents wanted more, but it just didn’t happen for them.”
“Who’s the leopard in the family, mom or dad, or both?”
“My mom. Dad’s a wolf shifter.”
“Really?” I hadn’t picked up on a wolf scent from him. The leopard gene must be the dominant of the two in their family. If we had pups, I wondered if they would be leopards? I wouldn’t mind that, but with my family history, chances were we’d have wolf pups.
“Yep, my grandmother, Gigi, my mom’s mom, is also a leopard. Mom’s dad was a wolf shifter. We come from a long line of leopard/wolf matings. Dad’s full wolf.”
The name Gigi struck a memory in my head. “Ah, so that’s the Gigi Wade said was his secret weapon.”
Quinn snorted. “Yeah, Gigi loves Wade like he’s her other grandson, and well…she’s not your normal grandmother. I wouldn’t put it past him to have gone whining to her, and I’d never hear the end of it. Gigi is terrifying.” He was deadly serious. “But I adore her.”
“I never knew my grandparents,” I supplied, hearing the slightly wistful tone in my voice.
“I only ever knew Gigi. My dad’s parents had passed before I was born, and my grandfather died when I was little. I don’t really remember him.”
We ate in silence for a few minutes, then Quinn asked, “So, what’s it like to be a Sinclair?”
I steepled my fingers under my chin. I’m not sure I’d ever been asked that before. “I guess I don’t really think about it too much. It just is who I am. Though it does have its perks, I guess, and its drawbacks.”
While we’d never wanted for a single thing, I’d never felt like I’d had the luxury of just doing whatever I wanted. To just let loose and have fun, for the hell of it. There were certain things expected of me, certain behaviors I had to adhere to. Regardless of what I may have wanted.
