“I can’t help how you feel,” I replied, enjoying the way I saw her jaw tense.
Chapter eight
A Night in Heavan’s
“Keep it civil,” she settled and opened the door for me.
“Yes, Alpha,” I said as I passed her and headed out to the electric blue sedan that waited. The cabin was lit up, and Darren was smiling and bobbing his head to a dance beat that permeated the night air.
He looked over as I approached and quickly jumped out of the car, running around to open my door, guiding me with a dramatic swipe of his arm.
“I’m in the back?” I asked as Cole walked up behind me.
“My date sits up front,” he said.
“Haha,” I said.
“I’m not joking, get in, girl,” he said, with a bright smile. Darren was charming.
“If my Alpha doesn’t mind,” I said, turning to watch how Cole reacted.
“Cole doesn’t mind,” he said, waving his hand for me to get in.
“It’s your car,” she said a bit gruffly and pulled open the back door behind the front passenger seat.
Darren laughed.
“You heard her; I’m in charge,” he said.
I heard Cole growl.
Darren laughed again.
“I’m only playing, Auntie,” he said as I sat down and he shut my door.
I saw Cole frown in the rear-view mirror.
***
The car park for Heaven’s Bar was surprisingly busy, with very few spaces available.
“Full moon parties at Heaven’s are always fun. You want to dance, play pool, or poker in the back? With drinks that keep on coming,” Darren said excitedly.
“I’d prefer if I never saw another poker game again,” I said as we walked to the entrance.
Light was spilling out into the darkness of the car park. People with plastic glasses and bottles were drinking and smoking outside, and a couple of large alphas were standing in matching white polo shirts outside the entrance, watching.
The bouncers nodded in recognition to Darren and Cole as we entered.
Darren led the way to the bar.
“What are you having?” he asked, turning to me.
“Cider, any kind,” I said.
The bar was loud but not so loud that I had to shout or couldn’t have a conversation. Most of the noise came from a space around the opposite side of the bar from where I had seen when I was last at Heaven’s Bar with Cole.
“Stout, any,” Cole said and smiled, turning her attention to Frankie, the bar manager or owner, I wasn’t sure. Frankie sent another bartender away so she could serve us.
