Page 6 of Key Lime Kisses
“Ah,” he said. “I'm actually on a pretty lousy date myself.” I looked around and he grinned weakly. “That is, if it still counts as a date when one of you doesn’t show up,” he chuckled.
“If it makes you feel better, I wish mine hadn’t,” I told him.
“That bad?” He leaned against the railing next to me.
“Well, he complained about everything, tried to dictate what I ordered, and then implied that since he was paying for bunch, he expected, er…otherforms of payment from me.”
The man wrinkled his nose. “Yeah, that is bad.”
“That’s why I hate dating. I have yet to find an alpha who isn’t some pushy, controlling asshole.”
“I hate those,” he snorted. “Your designation doesn’t give you license to be a dick.”
“Exactly! I hate alphas. And dating.” I sighed and looked out at the water. “I wouldn’t even be here if my brother hadn’t roped me into it.”
He laughed. “Sister.”
“What?” I turned in confusion.
“My sister is the one who roped me into this,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “Oh, she’s going to be so mad when she finds out the omega didn’t show up.”
I winced. “You’re an alpha,” I groaned, wishing I could take back my earlier words.
“Don’t worry, I hate entitled alphas too,” he said. “They make it so much harder for the rest of us.”
“So, you think you’re one of the good ones?” I don’t know what possessed me to make the joke and I instantly wished I hadn’t. But to my surprise, he just grinned at me.
“I like to think so. I’m Weston.”
“Shea,” I said, shaking his extended hand.
We both turned and looked out over the lake.
“At least it’s not a bad place to get stuck without a date,” said Weston.
I nodded in agreement. “Or a bad one. As long as you can get away…” I turned and looked around warily. The jerk was probably done eating my food by now, I hoped he wasn’t looking for me.
“Worried about that alpha?” Weston asked, eyeing me curiously.
I shrugged. “Notworried, but I’d rather not have to deal with him again either.”
“Well, if he comes up here,I’lldeal with him,” Weston declared. He squared his shoulders and I found myself admiring the large alpha. Even though I didn’t want a controlling alpha, I figured every omega liked a good protective one.
“I appreciate that,” I told him.
I looked around again and saw that someonewascoming toward us, but it wasn’t my date, it was a waiter. He broke into a smile.
“Ah, I see your date has arrived!”
“No, no,” Weston said, flushing.
I jumped in to rescue him. “I was eating downstairs. With uh… someone else.”
“Oh.” The waiter cleared his throat. “Well, I wanted to let you know we’re serving dessert now… I’m afraid it’s too late to order an entrée.”
“I’ll be fine,” Weston assured him. “Thank you.”
“What’s for dessert?” I asked, stomach growling at the reminder I hadn’t gotten much to eat.
