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“We’ve had one date that I’m still on the fence about declaring official because it was so weird,” I explained. “I can’t move in with him after one date. Especially not a weird, maybe unofficial one.” I looked to Jessie. “If we need to play things safe, do you think Eric would mind if I stayed in one of his extra bedrooms?”
“No, Eric wouldn’t care,” Jessie replied readily. “What I think is, Javi would lose his goddamned mind if you tried to move into one of Eric’s bedrooms, in essence, letting Eric take over keeping you safe.”
I sensed this was true.
However…
“It’s too soon,” I declared.
“You were rolling around in his bed with him this morning,” Willow pointed out.
Raye was looking at Jessie as she said, “She’s gonna need an in-service in dealing with these guys.”
“An in-service?” I queried.
“A tutorial,” Raye said. “On how to deal with an overprotective alpha.”
This was a super good idea because I was thinking my alpha was more alpha than their alphas, and their alphas were pretty danged alpha.
“That’d be super helpful, guys,” I gushed.
We all jumped when the door behind us crashed open.
And, of course, Tex was there.
“Are you having an Angels confab without me?” he demanded.
“We haven’t gotten that far. Mostly we’re talking about Harlow and Javi—” Jessie began.
Tex lifted a beefy mitt. “I don’t care about that.” He then noted, “I thought servers served.”
“We had to check in with Lolo because her apartment got trashed,” Luna pointed out.
Tex made a puh noise and rocked back on his heels. “Went last night and looked at that shit. It wasn’t even a two on the scale of one being normal, five being the wreck made of Evie’s place, ten being Stella’s apartment getting grenaded, and twelve being Ally’s apartment turning into a fireball.”
“Evie?” Willow asked.
“One of my girls up in Denver,” Tex answered.
“Is she a Rock Chick?” Shanti queried.
“No, she’s on the Dream Team,” Tex told her.
Wait.
This was new.
“Who are the Dream Team?” I muttered to no one and everyone.
“How many girls do you have?” Raye inquired of Tex.
He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. “Six too many if you don’t haul your asses in there and get to work.”
He was right, there were customers that needed to be served, and tips that needed to be made.
We all trundled through the door to the kitchen with Luna grumbling in an undertone, “Tito wouldn’t boss like that.”
“I’m not Tito,” Tex said, not in an undertone.