“Either be about it or fucking don’t. We don’t need another god damn fence sitter.”
“I think,” I snapped, not taking too kindly to Marcus’ bitchy tone. “That I’m trying to make a pretty big decision about my body, and the rest of my life, and that you are being a bit of an intolerant shithead right now and should ease the fuck up.”
The alpha took a step towards me, anger flashing in his eyes at my tone, but I didn’t care. He didn’t have any right to speak to me like that, especially not while he was hoping that I was going to spend at least the next year with his pack playing incubator for a baby that I’d never see again.
“What’s going on in here?” Indigo asked, their arms crossed over their chest as they leaned in the doorway.
“Nothing,” Marcus muttered, clearing his throat. “I was out of line. I’m sorry, Eva.”
“You should be,” I huffed, looking to Indi. “I think I’m ready to go home now.”
“You sure, dolly?” they asked. “Let me grab my keys.”
Indigo retreated to the front door, and the moment that they were out of sight, Marcus cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably. “I didn’t mean that, I’m just…”
“Worried,” I supplied. Not that it made it okay, but I understood Marcus at least.
This situation, while exciting, was stressful for all of us. But snapping at each other wasn’t going to help anything.
“I will think about it, very seriously,” I promised as Indi returned, standing on tiptoe to kiss the alpha's cheek. “Thanks again for dinner.”
“No problem,” Marcus said, the tips of his ears pink. “It was nice having you.”
“Ready?” Indi asked, holding up my jacket.
I slid my arms inside, letting the alpha do up the front zipper with a little grin. “Yeah, I’m ready. See you, Marcus.”
“Yeah, bye…” the alpha grunted in return as Indigo led me out the back door.
“What an asshole,” I mumbled, taking the porch steps two at a time.
Indigo laughed. “He’s only like that because he likes you. Annoying fucker doesn’t know how to show affection right.”
That felt a lot like excusing boys tugging pigtails on the playground under the guise of having a crush, but he had apologized, and the pasta was so damn good… I let it slide. This time.
Indi grabbed my door, waiting until I‘d slid into the passenger’s side of their Jeep to shut it behind me, rounding the front of the truck to get in themselves.
“I think I know what will fix your low mood,” they said cheerfully, offering their hand over the centre console.
“Oh yeah, and what’s that?” I asked, threading my fingers through theirs with a grin.
Privately, I thought that Indi was more than what the doctor ordered when it came to improving my mood, but curiosity had won out anyway.
“A milkshake,” they said triumphantly, flashing me a goofy grin.
Now that they’d mentioned it… Yeah. A milkshake sounded pretty good.
“I’m down.”
“I know just the place, it’s a little out of the way, though. Do you mind?”
“Do I mind having to spend time with you? Please, nooooo, anything but that…” I teased, giving his hand a squeeze.
Indigo smirked. “We don’t have the best track record, okay? I don’t want to mess this up again.”
“You didn’t mess it up before,” I said, shaking my head. “We were just having timing issues, and now…”
“And now?” they echoed hopefully.
