Destiny’s phone vibrated with a text. “I’m not looking at that picture. Please get in the car, you are still in the street.”
Her mom magically and immediately found her keys and unlocked the Corolla. Destiny pulled the door open and sank down in the passenger’s seat and stared ahead at where Dodger’s truck had disappeared down the street.
Mom was connecting a call, and suddenly said, “Hi, we were just in your restaurant. Yes. Yes we were the ones by the window. I was wondering if we can make a reservation for that same table tomorrow night at eight? Oh, you don’t make reservations?” She paused and listened. “Can I talk to the bartender?”
“Oh my gosh,” Destiny gritted out. Her mother was relentless and was so cute and knew exactly how to get her way. She’d always been like this.
“Hi, we were just in your restaurant, and we wanted to come back in tomorrow and sit at the same table, but they said you don’t do reservations. Yes. Yes, we were wanting to sit at the same table and possibly meet that werewolf that was just in there. The big tipper? Yes, we invited him. Okay, thank you! We will be here at seven-fifty-five. You have a good day too.”
Mom hung up the phone and beamed at Destiny.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting you a date, since you failed to secure that fine man’s number. He sure is a looker.”
“Secure his number? You and Dad are the ones who taught me to let the man make the first move. And now you’re daring me to go talk to him, and setting up a meeting, and making table reservations, and getting on me about not asking for his number.”
“Well, I have a good feeling about this one.”
Destinay puffed air out of her cheeks. “Why?”
“Because I saw the way you watched him.” Her mom’s voice softened. “I haven’t seen that look on your face in a long time.”
“He probably won’t show up tomorrow,” she warned. “Don’t go getting your hopes up.”
“He asked for your name and said maybe he would see you later.”
“Mom. I’m just saying I don’t want you to get disappointed.”
“So, you’ll have dinner with me tomorrow night?”
Destiny closed her eyes and prayed for patience. “I will have dinner here with you and will have zero percent expectation for Dodger to show up.”
“Deal. Wear that shiny black skirt I got you for Christmas.”
“Mom,” she ground out.
“I’m just saying, you look really pretty in that,” she murmured as she pulled out of the parking spot along the curb.
Destiny looked out the window and remembered the way Dodger’s eyes had glowed when he’d looked over his shoulder at her, while he was at the bar. He had been at least a little curious about her. She could tell. But also? Werewolves were a tricky species.
She knew that much from experience.
Chapter Three
“Where’s your head at,” Darrel yelled.
Dodger winced at the volume of his boss’s voice. That was one thing he didn’t appreciate about his heightened senses. Yelling made his ears ring.
“It was just an off day.”
“You dropped a damn limb on a fence.”
“And I’ll fix it,” he barked out. “I already talked to the homeowner. I’ll have it repaired by tomorrow.”
“By tonight,” Darrel said. He jammed his finger at him. “You’ll have it done by the time you clock in for your shift tomorrow.”
A growl rattled Dodger’s throat, and he allowed it.
