I blink at her for a few moments. “Hailey?”
“Yeah, if that’s okay?”
There’s no way. There’s no fucking way this Hailey is Nate’s Hailey, right? He hasn’t stopped talking about her. This can’t be the same Omega that got a knot toy stuck in her and called 911, or the daughter of the biggest cunt in all of Las Vegas.
If this is Nate’s Hailey then this makes the stakes for tonight even higher.
“Whatever makes you comfortable,” I tell her.
“Can we get a drink first?” she asks and I smile, ordering our drinks as I slip my phone out of my pocket.
What color hair does Hailey have?
Nate
Like dark red/purplish…I don’t know.
Sterling
Burgundy.
About five-foot-eight? Gray eyes?
Nate
What’s going on?
I slip the phone back into my pocket and look at Hailey—Cherry, whatever she wants me to call her—in a new light.
The bartender slides over her cocktail as I take my beer.
“Is there anything else you want me to do besides sit on your lap and look pretty?” she asks, humming at the taste of her cocktail.
“You could act like I have a good hand when I actually don’t.”
“Oh, I don’t know anything about poker,” she says with a grimace.
“You don’t need to. How about we make a signal? If I squeeze your hip three times you act like I have a good hand.”
She smiles and nods. “I can do that. Especially if all the Alphas are like that guy from earlier.”
“Some are better, some are worse. I wouldn’t suspect you have an issue with Alphas.”
She scrunches her nose, and it’s adorable. “They’re on a case-by-case basis.”
I bark out a laugh and her smile widens.
“And Betas?” I ask.
“I actually thought I was one, up until about six months ago.”
I nod, wondering if I should tell her that I know this about her. I didn’t know who she was when I first met her or asked her to do this. The fact is, I was already interested at Lavender Moon, but knowing Nate has the hots for her, makes me like her even more.
“Late bloomer, huh?”
“It’s been like going through puberty for the second time, awkward, and…”
“And what?”
