He could rub his scent on my mating gland, which aches for attention underneath my shirt.
But dessert is first. My sweet tooth must be satiated before my other sweet parts are.
“Do you want—” I start, but frown when I see Ivan turn his head slightly to look past me.
“No way,” he says, amused. “What is he doing here?”
“Who?” I follow his gaze and have to do a double take at what I see.
That’s when the scent hits me. It’s faint, mixing with the other aromas that the restaurant carries, but it’s still there.
Vanilla and bourbon, warm, dark, and tempting.
Sitting alone in a tiny booth in the corner is Logan, his brow furrowed as he reads to himself. He mouths words quietly, and I’m enamored by the sight.
He’s in a light blue button-up today, his dirty blonde hair falling haphazardly into his eyes.
“Holy shit,” Ivan laughs. “He’s reading a medical journal.”
“Heis?”
“Yes. He was reading it on his lunch break, too.”
“What is he doing here alone?” I ask, still watching him in shock. There’s an untouched basket of fries in front of him and a glass of water.
Wait. Maybe he has a date, and they’re in the restroom or stepped outside.
My stomach sinks.
Sure, he’s cute, and I’m attracted to him, but that doesn’t mean that?—
“You want to find out?” Ivan asks, and I turn back to him. “Poor guy looks like he could use company.”
“You don’t mind?” I ask. “I can’t stand him just sitting there by himself.”
“Absolutely. You should invite him to join our table,” Ivan says, looking delighted.
“Are you sure? He’d be crashing our date,” I add.
Not that I mind, of course.
I want Logan with us. I have the urge to grab him by his sleeve and yank him away from that lonely corner and force him to share his fries with us.
“Babe. What doyouwant? I’m not going to dictate how this goes,” Ivan adds, and I’m pleased that another pet name has been added to the rotation. “I’m just along for the ride.”
His kind smile is all the confirmation I need.
“Be right back,” I say quickly.
I’ll be damned if that handsome Alpha spends his meal alone.
9
LOGAN
I wouldn’t sayI’m disappointed.
Disappointedwould mean that I was expecting something that didn’t happen.
