“It’s all good,” he said, following me into the office. “Are you training her?”
“Something like that.”
“Damn, she has an ass on her.” He whistled. “You didn’t mention that.”
A low growl crept out of my throat, my eyes narrowing.
Fallon broke into a fit of high-pitched laughter. “It’s too fucking easy with you. I’m totally kidding. She’s cute, though, and it seems like she’s into you.”
“Thanks,” I muttered under my breath.
“So are you, like, dating her?” Fallon asked, cocking his head to the side questioningly.
“I mean, we’re going out on a date on Saturday, so I guess?”
It had been so long since I’d last done this that I wasn’t sure what the exact terminology was.
“What are you going to do with her?” He picked up the little basketball I kept on my desk, tossing it in the air while we talked.
“I was thinking of heading over to Rock Harbor.”
“The cherry blossoms at the waterfront should be in bloom. I saw a bunch of posters advertising it when I was at the club last weekend.”
Cherry blossoms.
I could see it now. Tegan walking along the water as the petals swirled around her.
It was the perfect first date.
I couldn’t believe Fallon thought of it. Maybe he was more of a romantic and less of a womanizer than he let on.
“That’s a great idea. Thanks, Fal.”
“Happy to help.” He paused for a second, holding the ball in one of his scaly hands. “Hey, do you know if she has any single friends?”
I grinned, showing off the sharp points of my fangs. “There’s no way I’d subject one of Tegan’s friends to that sort of torture.”
He shrugged, throwing me the ball. “Fine. Be that way. But when I make a speech at your wedding, I’ll make sure I tell everyone your first date was my idea.”
Sixteen
Tegan
A silver truck rumbled downthe driveway, the tires crunching over the gravel. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t at the window watching—waiting—for Atlas. It felt like it had taken us ages to get to this point, the two of us dancing around each other, drifting close only to pull away again, but not anymore.
Today was our first date, and I was going to make the most of it.
I hoped what I was wearing was okay for whatever it was he had planned. Dressing casually for a date with a hot wolven proved harder than I expected, but after a frantic FaceTime call with Selene, I’d settled on a tight-fitting pair of jeans, a low-cut bodysuit that accentuated my chest, and a cute pair of flats. I looked and felt good, and I hoped Atlas thought so, too.
The truck pulled to a stop in front of my house, and while I waited for a text message from Atlas telling me he was here or a honk of his horn—Atlas hopped out of his truck.
He was really coming up to my front door to get me.
What a gentleman.
I darted away from the window so fast, I couldn’t even get a good look at him.
There was a surprisingly soft knock on the front door. I gave myself a once-over in the hall mirror, making sure my messy bun was the perfectly curated type of messy.
