“I don’t need pushing and I don’t need to move anywhere. I’m fine where I am.”
Mom was currently making obnoxious snoring sounds.
“You are in the street,” Destiny griped. “Here, I’ll find your keys.”
Up the road, the big charcoal gray truck pulled a U-turn and now the werewolf was headed back this way. He came to a stop right behind her mother, and the passenger’s side window rolled down. “Are you locked out of your car?”
Her mom turned around, and to Destiny’s mortification, she admitted, “No, I was just pretending to lose my keys so we could see you come out of the restaurant. Hi.”
The werewolf ran his hand down the scruff on his face and amusement danced in his frost-blue eyes. “I think the two of you are probably trouble in a bar.”
“We are no trouble, and don’t party,” Destiny assured him.
“We are new to partying,” her mother said. “She is looking for a boyfriend.”
“Oh my gosh, Mom!”
The werewolf was staring at Destiny like she was prey. “What’s your name?” he asked.
She wrung her hands nervously and barely resisted the urge to duck down and hide behind her mom’s car. This was seriously the hottest man in the whole town. Maybe the county. Hell, maybe in the whole world. “Destiny,” she told him.
“Destiny, huh? Well, that’s a problematic name.”
She didn’t understand what he meant by that. “Um, what is your name?”
“Dodger. You looked me up on the registry, remember?”
“Oh. Right. I forgot. Dodger, huh? Like the baseball team?”
He nodded. “My dad was a fan.”
A smile stretched her lips. She liked that. Her stepdad was a baseball fan too.
“Um, thank you a lot for the beer.”
“I’m glad you liked it.”
“So, was that your mate in there?” she asked, trying for nonchalance.
His smile looked amused. “Friend. She’s in my Pack.”
Oh. Right. She was really pretty. Maybe they were in the early stages of talking or something and he didn’t feel comfortable calling her more than a friend yet. She was gorgeous. She matched him well.
“I’m headed back to work. Maybe I’ll see you two trouble-makers around,” he said, eyes still boring into Destiny.
“At eight pm tomorrow night,” Mom said. “We will be here at the same table.”
“I’ll probably be at home in my pajamas watching murder documentaries,” Destiny said. “My mom is talking about plans that have not been made yet.”
“Sounds like you are making them now. The murder documentaries can wait, ya serial killer. Maybe I’ll see you here at eight, Destiny.” The way he formed her name with a mixture of gravel and velvet in his voice was almost hypnotic.
She couldn’t even think of a single clever response before he had rolled up the window and driven away.
Click.Her mom took a picture of her with her phone.
“Mom!”
“I wanted you to see your face right now,” she said with a giggle as she poked buttons on her phone.
