“We pursued each other,” Santo interrupts me, holding tightly onto my hand. “I really enjoy working here, but I’m not giving Levon up.”
“Nor will you need to,” she says. “You won’t need to stop working with him either. We do like to be updated on relationships as they arise for our records so that they don’tbecome an issue. I’m also aware that these things can develop by surprise, Dr. Diaz.”
My lips twist as I listen to her continually refer to him by his professional name. She knows she fucked up.
“So what happens now?” I ask, unable to keep a polite tone. Santo cuts a glance to me, but I refuse to look over at him.
I’m pissed. We have both been worrying needlessly about this, and I’m exhausted. I really want to break shit, which is about to lead to my first official date with Santo.
“Submit the paperwork that you’re a pack, and that’s all I’ll need for now,” Elsie says. “You both look tired. Yesterday was an away game, go get some sleep. Levon, congratulations on a great game.”
Nodding mutely, I stand alongside Santo.
“Thanks,” I grunt, dragging him out of the office.
“What are we doing?” he hisses.
“Weare going to celebrate,” I decide. “We are going to decide on a pack name, submit our paperwork, and then I’m taking you on our first fucking date.”
“Will there be fucking?” he asks, smirking at me.
There’s my man.
“That’s entirely up to you, but we are going to break a lot of shit legally first,” I say.
“Well, that’s intriguing.”
“So, mine or yours?” I ask, knowing he’ll understand what I mean.
Shoving open the doors out of the office, I drop my head back as the sun hits my face. It may be cooler, but I love being outside.
“Ah,” Santo shakes his head as we walk to our car. We decided to take my SUV to make things easier. “If we are going logically, I moved in with you, so you should take my name.”
“Perfect, let’s fucking do it,” I say. At his startled look, I shrug. “The details on this aren’t important. I’m focused on theend result. You can’t break up a pack unless we choose to do that. I’m loyal to a fault, despite never really having been in a relationship. I haven’t had anyone I even wanted to try it with.”
“Okay then,” he nods. “So Pack Diaz it is. We’re really going now?”
“Well, we have to stop for breakfast at some point because I’m starving,” I groan. “It needs to be on my meal plan, or Coach will kill me.”
Even drinking is restricted right now. He’s being a real hardass about it, but I want to win, so I’ll do it.
“There’s a place that does protein bowls,” he says. “Let’s swing by there. It’s near the offices where we’ll need to fill out and file our paperwork.”
“Fuck yes,” I say, unlocking the vehicle.
Climbing in, we run our errands without issue. Santo immediately relaxes as soon as the paperwork to create our pack is complete, leaning against me with relief.
“What’s next?” he asks, already looking tired.
“Coffee, and then our date? Or…we could do a rain check.”
“Absolutely not,” he replies. “I’ll take coffee and my date. Thank you very much.”
“As long as you aren’t going to start cursing me out in Spanish,” I tease him.
“Hmmm. You haven’t heard anything yet,” he says, walking hand in hand with me.
Santo freely gives me affection now that we’re official, and I wish we’d done this sooner. I’ve been too wrapped up in him to be able to string two words together that haven’t been “fuck me.”
