I blinked at him. “What are you doing here?”
“We’re meeting up for pizza. You’ve got the biggest couch.”
“We used to meet at the fire pit.”
“That was before we all got civilized,” he said.
“Guess mating can do that to you.”
Graham nodded, plopping down on the couch.
“Who’s getting the pizza?” I asked.
“That would be me.” Nico nudged my back with his shoulder, propelling me inside the house so he didn’t have to scoot by like Graham had. “We were told it had to be from one particular place.”
I eyed the stack of boxes in his hands. They were from the only pizza place in Moon Ridge that Maya thought was worth eating at. The woman was picky about her food.
“Maya put you up to this,” I said.
“No. She strongly suggested it,” Graham said.
“Let me see the text.” I went over to the couch and held out my hand.
Graham reluctantly handed the phone over.
I scanned the message she’d sent all of the guys in the pack, minus me.
Maya
You should get together at Ethan’s place when we leave. With pizza. And caffeine.
Don’t bother getting the pizza anywhere other than here->
She included the link to the pizza place’s location.
I shook my head, handing the phone back to Graham. “She’s pushy.”
“As if you’re not. How many times did she block you when you first started messaging her? Three?”
“I didn’t count.”
It was probably more than three, though.
“You didn’t count what?” Wyatt asked, as he and Connor walked in together.
“How many times Maya blocked him,” Graham explained.
Nico set the pizzas down on the coffee table in front of my couch. Wyatt handed out paper plates, but most of us already had pizza in our hands when he did.
I hadn’t taken a bite of mine.
I wasn’t all that hungry, having just eaten with Maya and been dealing with my wolf’s obnoxious presence.
“At least his incessant texting worked,” Connor said.
I set my pizza down on my plate. “It didn’t work. We’re not mated, or anywhere near that. She’s more likely to break things off when they get back on Monday than she is to agree to take off our fucking glasses.”
“You’re still wearing them,” Wyatt pointed out, gesturing to my face.
