Page 7 of Born to Be Legends (Soulbound Universe)

Tiffany they came for the food.

“Some of your dishes will be out in a bit,” David said. Considering the number of plates they always ordered and the amount of food Jono alone could put away, he knew it would take some time to get everything ready. “You’re not coming through for anything I need to keep an eye on, are you? ”

“We’re escaping a morning trapped in jewelry stores,” Patrick said before taking a long swig of his beer.

David raised an eyebrow. “And that’s bad?”

“Only if Wade was with us,” Jono said. Maybe it was a good thing Sage had put Wade in charge of the cake and not the wedding rings.

David didn’t pry, but his gaze dropped down to their hands, a contemplative look on his face. “Well, good luck with your search. Hope you find what you need.”

“He knows,” Patrick muttered once David left.

Jono eyed him calmly. “Drink your beer.”

It wasn’t going to be a secret for very long.

Packs were exceptionally good at keeping secrets, and theirs were determined to keep this out of the local gossip mill.

But Sage had promised a week, and Jono had faith in her to pull off the seemingly impossible.

She was determined that way, and Jono wouldn’t change that for anything.

Their food came eventually, piping hot and full of spices.

They had Chinese broccoli in oyster sauce, chow mein, fried rice, kung pao chicken, Sichuan beef, and, since they were there during the dim sum period, several orders of har gow, xiao long bao, and sheng jian bao.

They chatted amiably about things that weren’t about the wedding. It was casual, and they weren’t rushed.

A couple of tables near them turned over, but the one in the opposite corner kept its diner.

The Chinese man kept glancing over at them, a plastic takeout bag on the table beside his half-empty plate.

He didn’t smell nervous or fearful—in fact, he didn’t smell like anything at all.

That caught Jono’s attention, and he was prepared for anything—a fight, an insult—just not the offer they were given as they finished up their last few bites of food and the stranger stopped by their table.

“Excuse me,” the man said in faintly accented English. “If you are looking for something unique, I own a jewelry store down the street. You could come see?”

He seemed hopeful, not threatening, but Jono still couldn’t get a scent off him at all. The man seemed mundane human, but Jono knew appearances could be deceiving. He also knew David had a nose for those who were trouble and never allowed it past his door .

Patrick knocked his foot against Jono’s under the table. “It won’t hurt to look.”

“We have time,” Jono replied. If the man pretending to be human became a threat later on, at least they’d know where to look for him.

The man nodded happily. “I will take you there.”

They didn’t have any leftovers, which Jono made a point to tell Wade by taking a picture of all their empty dishes. He got back a string of emojis that made him chuckle before he put his mobile away.