Page 78 of Pack Choice
“For now.”
“Yes, but I’ve never seen him as keen on a girl before.”
I chew on my lip and look away, out towards the bustling traffic.
“So,” he says, straying closer, and entwining his fingers into mine. “If you’re not spending the evening with Colten, would you like to spend the evening with me? I can take you anywhere you wanna go. New York. LA. Barbados.”
I can hear the whisperings in the crowd intensify.
He strokes his thumb over my knuckles and it’s both comforting and electrifying.
“I already have a date.”
“With Colt but–”
“With a potential pack.”
The side of his mouth lifts in that amused half smile and I think one of the girls in the crowd actually hits the deck.
“A potential pack? Which one?” He jerks his chin, squeezing my fingers.
“You’ve probably never heard of them.”
“Try me.”
“Pack Winston.”
He tips back his head and laughs.
“What?” I snap, scowling at him.
“Of course I know them. They’re my fucking accountants.”
“So?”
“Have you actually met those dudes, little one?”
I jerk my hand out of his. “Well … no … not exactly, but my best friend thinks they’d suit me, and they’re interested in meeting me and–”
“They aren’t suitable,” he says.
“How would you know?”
“Because I know them and I know you.”
“You don’t know me. We’ve only met twice.”
“It’s enough. Some people you meet a million times and you never really know them. Some people you meet once and you know everything you need to know.”
“And what’s that?” I ask, even though I shouldn’t. Even though I should be ending this conversation, finding Ford and heading home.
“That you’re a freaking firecracker, Molly Stormgate.”
I feel my shoulders slump. A firecracker. Exactly. Exciting enough to tempt an alpha into bed, but not tempting enough to make them want to stay.
“You’ll burn those fucking accountants alive, little one.” He chuckles.
“I won’t.”
