Chapter Nineteen
Remy
He’d never been so nervous in his life. Not when he graduated, not when he and Gage decided to start their own business. Not even when he put in the bid for the resort hotel. No, the nervousness he felt before was nothing like what he felt now. It was Friday night and he was taking Kylie to dinner. He’d been planning this night all week; he’d been so sure of himself. Now? Not so much. What if he was moving too fast? Would she push him away and put her walls back up? Fuck. He knew he needed to get himself under control. Taking several deep, calming breaths, he let each one out slowly. There. The nerves were as settled as they were going to get.
He’d sent Kylie a text telling her to dress up. She didn’t know it, but he was taking her to Brennan’s for dinner. Then, maybe they would go dancing or to a movie. Something. He hadn’t planned anything beyond dinner. He figured they could decide that together.
After adjusting his tie for the umpteenth time, he finally left his house and took the short walk to his Alpha’s home to pick up his mate. With luck she would be moving in with him soon. Shit. There went the nerves again. He stopped at the front door and knocked, then waited for it to be answered.
“Wow, don’t you look nice. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so dressed up, Remy. Come on in. Kylie is almost ready,” Emelise said, waving him into the house.
“Thanks. I wanted to look nice for tonight.”
“Where are you two going for dinner?”
He grinned. “Brennan’s. I got us reservations so we won’t have to wait.”
“That was smart thinking. Let me go see if she’s ready yet,” she said and headed to the back of the house.
Remy stood there fidgeting while he waited.
“You’re as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rockin’ chairs.”
Remy glanced over at his Alpha. “Been tryin’ to stop da nerves, dey’re not listenin’.”
“What’s got you so stirred up?”
Remy glanced to see if Kylie was coming yet before he lowered his voice, just in case. “I’m hopin’ dat, after tonight, da only bed Kylie will be sleepin’ in is mine.”
“You askin’ her to move in or you askin’ for someting more serious?”
“More serious.”
Caine nodded. “I remember dat feelin’. Dat’s about how I felt askin’ my mate to marry me. You’ll do fine.”
“Thanks for da vote of confidence, Caine.”
Kylie
Kylie was a little nervous as she made her way to the main part of the house where she knew Remy waited for her. She’d had to go out and buy a dress for their dinner date, and she was second guessing the pleated chiffon halter-neck dress she’d chosen. It was a light shade of purple, almost a dark lilac, with a silver brooch in the center of the strip of material that wrapped around the waistline of the dress. She’d paired it with a pair of silver heels, and her hair was pulled to the side in a loose twist and held there by silver combs. She knew the moment Remy saw her because she heard his sharp intake of breath.
“You look breathtaking, Kitten.”
Kylie blushed at the compliment. “Thank you. You look very handsome tonight.” When she reached his side and he leaned down, she stood on tiptoe to meet his light kiss.
“Ready to go, cher?”
“I am.” She even had a small silver clutch purse that held her ID, cellphone, and wallet in it. She’d also tossed in her lipstick in case she wanted or needed to redo it.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, kiddies,” Emelise called as they were leaving.
Kylie laughed. “Oh, hell, Eme, that leaves things wide open, doesn’t it?”
“That’s the point.”
Kylie rolled her eyes. “Don’t wait up.”
“Have fun, you two.”
