She grinned. “Just kidding, maybe I’ll delete the account. I was just messing with you.”
His nostrils flared with his inhalation as he leaned back on the bench seat and looked around. Lowering his voice, he told her, “You know I was ready to find all their addresses. I feel like a psychopath right now.”
She scrunched up her face. “Sounds like you have a crush on me.”
“I don’t do that.” His voice sounded so low and growly now.
“Look,” she said, turning her phone around to him to show him the account deactivation confirmation. “No more lickmuhballs underscore harolds to worry about.” She set her phone down. “I’ll just date people in person inst—”
“Destiny,” he growled.
She burst out laughing. “I’m kidding! For now. I’m probably not addicted to dating now that this has been the most fun night I’ve had in a forever.”
“Well, I can take you out. I’m taking you out tomorrow. You will have fun. Fuck those other guys. They will be zero fun. Their wieners will be small.”
“Oh my gosh, you are being so dramatic right now.”
“Like little baby carrots.”
“Maybe I like baby carrots.”
He snorted. “Then you and I would not match.”
“Are you seriously bragging on your dick size on day one?”
“I don’t have to brag. It is what it is. You’ll see tomorrow.”
“Okay, what do you think is happening tomorrow?”
“You’re going to see me Change into my wolf.” He offered her a baiting grin. “Can’t do it clothed, Destiny. It’s science, not magic. Sorry.”
“You don’t look like you’re sorry.”
“I’m not. There. My dating app is also deleted, unless you reactivate yours, then I will go right back to hunting the guyswho message you. Garry Barbecues, Penis-For-Your-Thoughts, Catributes 69, Frank and Beans 2123, Mad Mark, Dingle Sauce 24—”
“Okay, I get it.” She was trying to control her laughter. She loved his flavor of psycho.
Dodger frowned at the screen of his phone and set it down on the table. “My animal is protective, which you already know. Your stepdad is a werewolf.”
He had a point. Her dad was very protective over her mother.
Dodger’s phone vibrated against the table, and a growl filled the air. “Hang on. Sorry.” He answered it. “Hey, if I don’t pick up, it’s not an invitation to call me a hundred times, you dick.” He paused, listening. “Because I didn’t want to go to the meeting. You switched it to Saturday night. Some of us have lives.” He waited, listening, then rolled his eyes closed and stood. He mouthed,I’ll be right back, and took the call at the edge of the food trucks.
If she had to guess, it was probably one of his Pack mates.
He’d missed some kind of meeting to be here with her. She crossed her arms on the table and watched his growing frustration with the person on the other line.
His muttered curse echoed through the food truck park as he hung up and made his way back.
“Need to go?” she guessed.
“Yes. Not my choice. I’m sorry.”
“Pack stuff?”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he started cleaning up their table. He was quiet on the brisk walk back to their cars, and she could feel the tension rolling off his shoulders.
“Are you okay?” she asked, breaking up the silence.
