“I plan on it,” I said as an alpha in a cowboy hat, cowboy boots, and jeans came over to us. He looked a little familiar.
“There you are.” He flashed Claire with the giant smile of someone who hadn’t seen their favorite person in a while.
“Jackson,” she squealed, wrapping her arms around him while staying in her seat. “This is Jackson. Jackson, this is Kai, who also suffers from matchmaking aunts.”
“Nice to meet you.” He gave me a nod.
He joined us at the high-top, sitting there for a few minutes as Claire finished her drink.
“Don’t tell my aunt, but I’m really in Nashville to meet him. I met him at a party, and we’ve been doing the long-distance thing. My friends are totally covering for me, and my aunt doesn’t even live here. But you know how it goes.” She laughed as she squeezed Jackson’s hand and gave him a look that wrenched my heart.
Once, I looked at Logan like that.
“I won’t tell her.” I studied Jackson, trying to figure out why he looked familiar.
“Maybe it’s time we tell her?” Jackson asked.
Claire’s brow furrowed. “You know what the media will be like.”
“I don’t care–and you shouldn’t either.” He leaned in and kissed her.
Awww. Media. Someone must be famous.
Two guys wandering around the bar caught my eye. One had a man bun with shaved sides and the other had wavy blond hair. I wasn’t sure what it was about them that drew me to them, other than they looked like they really didn’t want to be there.
“We’re going to head out. It was so nice to meet you, Kai,” Claire said.
“Should we stay a little longer?” Jackson frowned.
Claire shook her head. “Kai, have a great spring break and enjoy everything. You don’t need him.”
“It was nice meeting you.” Jackson tipped his hat at me.
“Thanks for keeping me company.” I checked my phone. Okay, I could endure the rest of my time. I should probably order another drink though.
She took the dragonfly clip out of her hair.
“Here you go. I think it suits you.” She clipped a piece of my hair back.
“Are you sure?” I was slightly weirded out by the fact she just put it in my hair. But it was pretty and she did seem really nice. She was probably one of those omegas that didn’t quite understand personal boundaries.
“It’s yours. It looks fantastic. You have fun.” She took Jackson’s arm and they left the bar.
I waved the server over and ordered another lemon drop, then checked the time on my phone. Now I just needed to keep anyone else from talking to me until my hour was up.
Chapter Six
Ashton
“Idon’t like this,” Steven grumbled as we entered the fancy hotel. It was lavish, the kind where expensive fundraisers were hosted at.
I squeezed his hand in sympathy. I didn’t like it either, but what choice did we have?
People in suits were everywhere in the lobby.
“There must be a party or a convention, or something.” Steven ran a hand through his messy, dirty-blond hair.
“Doctors and finance,” I replied as I caught it on the digital screens that indicated what events were held in which ballrooms.
