Krys snorted.“No one ever plans a murder.”
“That’s not true.I saw a documentary the other night?—”
Krys clamped his mouth shut.“Next time you decide to drag me along for one of your murder mystery tours, fill me in.”
Lucian moved his hand away.“I didn’t want to get you in trouble.”
“Trouble and I go way back.We’re practically mated.”
“Deacon,I really don’t want another glass,” I insisted when he tried filling my wineglass again.
“Can’t let a good year go to waste.”
Deacon had spent a fortune on our date.He ordered lobster tail and filet mignon with Kobe beef, and I chose a white-truffle pasta and side salad that looked more like art.I would’ve gone for meat, but Deacon wanted me to try something I’d never had before and assured me that money was no issue.
Then he ordered ridiculously expensive wine and gourmet cheeses, and we spent more time getting to know each other.I told him about my past, and he talked about his.I always felt like the best way to get to know someone was to find out what kind of childhood they had.Deacon revealed his original pack was wiped out by a family of Chitahs who had seized their land.His parents and all four brothers were killed, and that’s why he took his job as beta seriously.
Few immortals got through life unscathed by tragedy, and it was fascinating to see how it shaped us all.Some became leaders, while others wound up in jail or dead.
Upon our arrival at the club, Atticus had personally seated us, which he rarely did for anyone.Deacon had made reservations, but I didn’t like the spot he requested in the corner.I was tired of hiding myself, especially after my last date that had gone awry, so I asked for a table in the middle of the room.
“This was really nice,” I told him after touching up my lip gloss.“Can I ask you something?”
He rested his arms on the table, the tattoos hidden beneath his blue sport coat.“Sure.”
“What did you and my father talk about?”
He gave a tight-lipped smile.“That’s between us.”
When Deacon had picked me up for our date, he insisted on meeting my father before we left.I escorted him downstairs, and then he asked for privacy so they could have a man-to-man talk.
Whatever that meant.
“You know I’ll find out when I ask him,” I said.
He shrugged.“Maybe.Maybe not.”
My phone vibrated again, and I checked it.
“Can’t you turn that off?”he complained.“That’s the second time.”
“Not in my line of work.I have to be available for emergencies.”I read the incoming message and sighed before putting the device back in my purse.
“Emergency?”
“No.I went out with a guy recently, and he calls and texts me every night, trying to get a second date.He’s really persistent.”
“It’s a wolf thing.”
“He’s not a wolf.”
Deacon tipped his head forward.“Who is it?”
“Henry Hightower.”
His eyebrows popped up.“Looks like I’ve got stiff competition.”There was no insincerity in his tone, only confidence.“Are you ready to bust out of here?”
“I think so.”
