Page 237 of His White Moonlight
“Landel Marchel.Are you hitting on me?”
“Wrenly.”That was it from Bennett, one word spoken with enough volume that my human ears could hear it.
“No, just trying to meet people,” I said, ignoring the warning.“I work in administration at Wulf Enterprises.It was nice meeting you, Landel.”
“You too, Wrenly,” he said, letting go of my hand.“If you’re ever interested in a custom piece of jewelry, give me a call.I might be able to help you out.”
He handed over a business card from his pocket and walked away after a brief nod.
“He was good-looking,” I said, glancing at the card.“I think you’d like him, Miranda.”I held up the card that had the Zellon’s logo on it.
“No way.Shit.I should have said something.”She stole the card from me.“Do you think that was the designer himself?He didn’t look old enough, though, did he?”
She was staring after the guy’s retreating back, and I could see her debating whether or not to run after him.
“We have his card.It’s better to wait and call later than to show how desperate you are now.”
I glanced at Bennett as I said the last part, and he frowned at me.
“Stop drooling,” I said, focusing on Miranda again.“It’s almost lunchtime, and I still need to change.And you need to actually work.”
“Pfft.Shows what you know.I have an unlimited shop-with-Wrenly day pass thanks to tall, dark, and scowling by the door.”
I snorted a laugh and grinned at Bennett.Some of his tension melted away as I watched.
“Ah, the lovestruck mate look.I can’t decide if I want one myself or want to wait now.”
“What?Why would you want to wait?I thought getting a mate was the end-all be-all.”
“It’s supposed to be, but meeting you changed my mind.”
“Because I’m difficult?”
“No, because if I had a mate, I’d be more focused on him and less focused on shopping with you.”
“A travesty.”
“Are we going to keep standing here, torturing him, or are you going to give him the pity hug he wants?”she asked.
“Neither.”
I walked toward him, let him open the door for me, but otherwise ignored his presence until we were in his office and the door was closed.
“That’s going to take some serious repair work,” I said, pointing toward the back of the door.
“Mom is already ordering a new one.”He didn’t pin me to the wall or move toward me like I’d thought he would.He kept his hands in his pockets.
“Was waiting for you crossing a line?”he asked, surprising me.
“No.”
“Was going outside crossing a line?”
I slowly shook my head, wondering where this was going.
“If I had interrupted your talk with Landel, would that have crossed a line?”He started shaking when he said “Landel.”
“Yes.”
