"You absolutely did. He's downstairs pouting."
I take the coffee gratefully. "In my defense, I was on a roll."
"What are you working on?" He doesn't wait for an invitation, just walks in and plops down on the small couch I'd squeezed into the corner.
"Proposal for that Italian restaurant in Pine Valley. You know, the one we went to on our first pack date?"
" Bella Notte?"
"That's the one. They want to update their social media presence."
"Let me guess—their current Instagram is a disaster?"
"It's actually worse than a disaster. It's tragic." I pull up their Instagram on my laptop and turn it around. "Look at this."
The latest post is a blurry photo of pasta with the caption "Yum!"
Grayson stares at it. "That's... actually terrible."
"Right? And look at this one." I scroll to another post—an out-of-focus picture of what might be lasagna. The caption is just "Food."
"Oh my god."
"There's more." I'm grinning now, scrolling through. "This one is literally just a photo of a fork. No caption. And this is my personal favorite—a selfie of what I assume is the owner's thumb covering half the lens with 'Come eat!' in the caption."
"Who's running their social media?"
"The owner's nephew. He's doing it 'for the experience.'"
"He's not getting good experience."
"No, he is not." I set down my laptop. "So I'm pitching them on actual useful content. Food photography that's in focus, behind-the-scenes kitchen shots, chef specials, maybe some pasta-making tutorials."
"Sounds like you're saving them from themselves."
"Someone has to." I take a sip of coffee—perfect, exactly how I like it. "Why are you really here? Besides bringing me caffeine."
"Can't I just want to hang out with my favorite omega?"
"I'm your only omega."
"That makes you my favorite by default."
I throw a pen at him. He catches it without even looking.
"Show off," I mutter.
"You love it." He's grinning now, spinning the pen between his fingers. "Seth's at work. River's gaming downstairs. I'm bored."
"So you came to bother me?"
"Exactly." He stretches out on the couch, making himself comfortable. "Tell me more about terrible restaurant Instagram. I'm fascinated."
"You're mocking me."
"I'm not. I genuinely want to know what happens to the nephew when you take over his Instagram empire."
"He'll probably cry."
