Ivy shrugged. “You can ignore our suggestion. I’m sure you can figure it out on your own. That’s gone really well so far.”
“Do you have any other suggestions?” King asked.
“Nope,” Olive said.
Summer flipped her hair over her shoulder. “Why would you need more than the wisdom of the entire universe?”
I opened my mouth and then shut it, finding myself lost for words.
Wilder stood from the table. “We will take your advice.” He stalked away.
“Umm, right. Thank you,” I said as I followed him.
Wilder was retying his bun outside the diner, the movements highlighting the muscles in his massive biceps. The alpha was undoubtedly hot, but he didn’t do anything for me. Not like…
King joined us outside the diner.
“That was interesting,” he said.
“Not really what I expected them to say.” I racked my brain, trying to remember if Lucy had ever mentioned horoscopes to me.
“Do you think they’re messing with us?” King asked, glancing back through the diner window.
“Yes,” Wilder said.
My eyebrows shot up. “You don’t think we should do what they suggested?”
“Didn’t say that. They’re fucking with us, but that doesn’t mean they’re wrong.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” King asked.
Wilder let out an aggrieved sigh. “Lucy talked about her friends for hours when she was at my cabin. If they say this is what we should do, we do it.”
“Makes sense to me,” I said.
“All right,” King said.
“I have to cover someone’s shift today,” Wilder said abruptly. “Meet you at the newsstand tomorrow morning at eight.”
With that, he stalked off.
“It might be hard for him to work today since he’s already used up his quota of the words for the entire day,” King said dryly, making me chuckle.
A swirl of questions tornadoed through my mind. We all wanted Lucy, but were these alphas actually interested in becoming a pack or would they eventually try to push me out?
One thing at a time. We were united in our goal to court Lucy, and that would have to be good enough for now.
42
King
Leo was already at thenewsstand when I arrived the next morning. He was leafing through the paper, giving me the chance to take him in without being noticed. His olive-green T-shirt stretched across his lean chest, and my heart fluttered at the way his curls fell over his forehead. I swallowed as my eyes raked down his body. His dark jeans clung to his thighs and ass and were cuffed at the bottom. That detail, along with his leather work boots, gave him an air of effortlessness that I could never achieve but was wildly attracted to.
I’d realized I was bisexual in college after a string of drunken nights forced me to confront that it wasn’t the alcohol that made kissing guys so much fun. I’d never taken it farther, but now I couldn’t stop thinking about the sexy beta.
He glanced over his shoulder and did a double take when he caught me staring. His expression transformed into a smirk. “Morning.”
“Good morning. Thanks for getting the paper.”
