“Fine,” she lied and then glanced at the clock. It was later than she usually woke, a byproduct of her troubled sleep. “You?”
“With the sweetest of dreams, Mila, since I met you.”
Her cheeks reddened. Hers weren’t exactly innocent either. Soon after she’d climbed into bed and had closed her eyes, she’d fantasized about him. It was as if her mind unleashed all the desire she’d repressed through the day.
“Would you be okay with us meeting up with others tonight?”
“Who?”
“Grayson and Aurora.”
“He’s your beta, right?”
“Yes. And Aurora is his mate.”
Mila furrowed her brows. “Isn’t she the mediator? The witch who went between packs that we had issue with.”
Rafe nodded. “Indeed.” He eyed her. “I’m hoping that you’ll let them tell their version of the story.”
Mila sighed. “It sounds more like a meeting.”
“We are trying to work together, are we not?”
He had a point. That was the reason she was supposed to be here. Besides, maybe she could glean more information from his beta. Yet, what she wanted most of all was to spend time alone with Rafe.
“True,” she agreed.
“Look at this as a little work before play.”
Her ears perked. Intrigued, she leaned forward. “What kind of play?”
“You might find out tonight.” His tone was edged with decadence.
She pictured a mischievous grin to match it on his face.
At six,Mila headed down to the lobby. When she saw Rafe prowling through the lobby wearing dark clothing that fit his muscular body so well, her mouth watered. Would she ever not have that reaction around him?
He assessed his surroundings with a stern expression, but when he met her gaze, it softened. He strode over to her and glanced at her outfit, a light gray sweater dress with darker gray tights and boots that they’d purchased together, he said, “You look beautiful, Mila.”
“Thanks for the outfit. You’re living up to what you’d mentioned about spoiling me.”
His brilliant blue eyes fixed on hers. “You deserve to be appreciated.”
Wild tremors of excitement pulsed through her. She couldn’t picture anyone in her pack saying something like that to her, least of all Lars.
“Do you like Greek food?” He gestured toward her.
“Sure.”
“Great. Grayson and Aurora are getting a table for us.”
“Sounds good.”
He hooked his arm out. “Ready?”
“I am.” She took his arm.
Once inside therestaurant where music played softly in the background, Rafe led her to a table with a couple sitting. The man had dark hair and was clean-shaven. The woman appeared familiar.
