“Her new date. Weren’t you leaving?” Sawyer asks, voice uncharacteristically sharp.
I glance over my shoulder, watching the pack debate whether I’m worth fighting over. There’s nothing quite like watching them take my measure and ultimately decide I’m not worth it. They roll their eyes, mutter something about me being aknot killerand leave the table and, in the process, me with the bill.Ouch.
When it comes to being an omega, I’m as inexperienced as it gets. School was always more important, and with medicine to help make heats bearable, I never thought too much about learning how to please a pack. What’s his name was right. I probably would give terrible head. I don’t know the first thing about giving a blow job. I’ve never had sex...never been knotted.
My eyes flutter closed. Maybe Iama knot killer. What twenty-seven-year-old omega doesn’t know how to do that?What pack my age would be okay with that level of inexperience? Mom always says the best omegas are the ones who keep themselves in shape and know what to do in the nest.
The way things have been going for me, I’ll probably die a virgin.
The thought puts a frown on my face.
“Liv?” Sawyer’s voice is a gentle probe.
Oh, gosh. How did I forget I was still clinging to him? Turning back to face him, I bite my lip and let him go. He shoves his hands into his pockets, eyeing the pack as they slip out into the night before taking me in again, this time with less tension.
“Are you okay?”
“Not really. My ego hurts and I’m hungry.”
His gaze catches on something behind me, and he smiles. “Well, I can fix one of those things right now.”
“Oh, no, are they coming back?”
Turning, I take in the food runner with a tray full of food with steam drifting off each plate. It all looks so good. To think Brad tried to order me a salad.
“You can put it all on the table,” Sawyer says.
Glancing at him, I take my seat and clasp my hands in my lap, holding them tight as I try to get over the embarrassment of having not one, but six men ditch me on a date. It’s kind of pathetic. To make matters worse, the server stops by. His eyebrows raise at the lack of patrons, and he glances at Sawyer in confusion.
“A party of two now?” the guy asks me.
“It seems like they had an emergency, and I couldn’t leave the pretty lady to eat alone,” Sawyer says, saving me from having to explain.
The server gives me a pointed look that says he isn’t buying the lie, but his tip is on the line, so a second later, he’s wearing the biggest smile. “That’s so sweet. You twolook better together, anyway. Should I bring some red wine?”
“A vat, please,” I murmur.
“What was that?” he asks.
My cheeks heat. “Uh, yeah. A glass would be nice.”
“Thank you,” Sawyer tells the server, eyes moving back to me as the employee leaves us with the food. “So, who gets what?”
I never would have been nervous about my food before with Sawyer, but part of me is worried he’ll criticize my meal too. What type of alpha has he become?
“Um, the burger and fries are mine,” I confess with a grimace.
He nods and hands me both the plates, then glances at the rest of the food. “There’s steak, fish, and...chicken strips.” His lips twitch. “Which one ordered from the kids’ menu?”
“I don’t even remember half of their names.” Conversation with Sawyer is notably easy in comparison to Pack Johnson. Probably because I’ve known him for so long.
Chuckling, he sets that one aside. “Can I have the steak, or do you want that?”
Sawyer is offering more food. He’s not judging me.
I let out a breath of relief and shake my head. “No, I’m happy with what I ordered. Thank you, though.”
“I love an omega who takes what she wants,” he says with a grin in my direction.
