“Of course, sweetheart.”
She looks over at me, and I nod. “I’ll just have a Dr. Pepper, please.” She takes my credit card and swipes it before skating away.
“How’s work going?” Luna asks, and I grin.
“Good, you still haven’t come by.”
“I wouldn’t want to impose.”
“You gotta stop saying that shit, like you’re hard to be around. Luna, I promise you, you’re not.” She shakes her head, and that flush spreads along her cheeks and collarbone.
“Sorry.”
“No sorrys either.” She rolls her eyes at me, and it makes me smile.
“Doesn’t James go to work with you?” she asks, and I shake my head.
“No, he prefers to stay at home.”
She nods her head, and the waitress brings our drinks and food. I add some cash onto the tray when she takes it back. Luna moans as she takes a bite of her mozzarella stick, her tongue circling to gather the cheese into her mouth. It honestly shouldn’t be as hot as it is.
“God, this is fucking good,” she says, covering her mouth as she eats her fried cheese.
I smile at her and realize how easy it is to be around Luna. How she’s like a ray of sunshine. She smiles just as much as I do, and I guess I’m only realizing it because I’m always around Ian and James.
When I watch her drunkenly eat her fried foods, I realize she’s what we need. She’s the piece that will make us all click. While I’m still worried about how James will truly adapt to having another Omega in the mix, it almost seems like it’s something he’s been craving too.
“What?” she asks. I must have been staring at her for too long. I smile and shake my head.
“Just thinking is all.”
She nods and finishes her food. “Mmm, this was just what I needed. Thank you.”
“No problem,” I say, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot, then heading toward Luna’s house. “Are you sure you want to go home?”
“Yeah,” she says.
“I’d imagine Margo and Stewart are asleep.”
“We can only hope,” she says, putting her elbow on the door and looking out the window.
“I can take you to your car tomorrow morning before work,” I say. Wanting more time with her, I wish she would say that she wants to come back to our place. That she needs us to take care of her. But she doesn’t.
“That’s so nice, thank you, Ezra.” I shiver as she says my name but keep my focus on the road. We pull up to the large house that Ian bought for his dad. It’s ostentatious and completely Margo’s style.
“I’ll text you when I’m on my way tomorrow.”
“Thanks again,” she says as she gets out of the car and walks to the front door. I wait until she’s safely in the house before a big shit-eating grin takes over my face as I drive the ten minutes back to our pack house.
When I open the front door to the house, Ian and James are sitting on the couch hardly touching. Ian’s pinky is basically on James’ thigh as they watch the movie.
“She get home okay?” Ian asks. I nod and grin, plopping myself heavily on the couch and sending both of them jolting off the cushions for a moment. Ian grumbles, but James fights a smile.
“She wants you too. Well, I’m hoping all of us, but she wants you too,” I tell Ian. He looks between me and James. I can tell he’s thinking of all the possibilities and that panic is starting to set in.
“You’re sure?”
“She literally said she doesn’t have a pack because she can’t be with the one she wants. Also, your stepmom is a real fucking bitch. Have you heard the way Luna talks about herself?”
