Page 93 of Ruthless Alpha Beast
Usually, we move past each other, but today we’ve been in the house at all the same times.
Wonder why.
“The clue is that it’s a surprise.”
She rolls her eyes.
“Really?”
“It’s a good thing,” I said. “Can you just trust me?”
“Yet to be decided.”
At lunch, she cooked steak and vegetables.
“At least tell me what I should wear. I feel the elements way more than you do, remember.”
“Fair point,” I conceded. “Bring a sweater if you want, but I’ll have everything you need.”
“So cryptic!” She exclaimed.
It’s funny how everything she does amuses me. It’s the tiniest things—like how her eyebrows arch when she’s feeling passionate (or enraged).
At eight pm, I meet her on our front porch,
She looks beautiful.
Her eyes have been shaded a light pink, her lips tinted slightly red. She’s wearing a long black dress that hugs her hips perfectly.
The sun is setting, casting a golden glow that hits her face just right. All of her is glowing.
Plus, she’s smiling, and I completely forget who and where I am when she does that.
“Hey,” she murmurs, fiddling with the material of her dress.
“Hey.”
“Is this too much?” She looks down. “I just didn’t know what the plan was.”
“It’s not too much,” I say. “You look beautiful.”
It’s not even a question whether Tara is beautiful; her beauty is just one of those objective, well-known facts.
I’m still not sure if she knows it, though.
“Thanks,” she says, looking away.
I close the door behind me and step out onto the porch.
It feels good to get away from the pack for a little while. I’ve needed this break as much as she has.
“So,” I say. “Are you ready to go on my back?”
She cocks her head. “You’re kidding.”
Well, I could race her there, but I’ve already planned for something else.
I lead Tara to the border of our pack, where there are two bicycles waiting for us.
