Page 91 of Pack Choice

“Really?” I say, screwing up my face in skepticism.

“Nah,” he chuckles, “I stole it from his phone when he wasn’t watching.”

I can’t help but laugh. “Sneaky,” I say and also interesting. River said they were friends but they must have spent time together last night.

“How was your date?” he asks.

I pause. “Good.”

“Ahhh,” he says and I can hear the grin in his voice.

“What?”

“Good, huh? Would it be bad of me if I told you I’m pleased?”

“Why are you pleased?”

“Because you clearly didn’t like the dudes.”

“I didn’t say that. I said it was a good date.”

“With about as much enthusiasm as a cow heading to the slaughterhouse. If a girl goes out on a date with me, I want her to rave about it. I want her unable to shut up about it. I want her telling all her friends it was the best fucking date of her life.”

“That is because you have a giant ego.”

“You know the other giant thing I own, Omega …”

Yeah, I figured that much out at the charity event.

“Anyway,” I say, swiftly changing the conversation because Ava is listening in intently. “I called.”

“You did,” he says in a way that sounds so dirty, I’m surprised I don’t flood my panties with slick. “And now are you going to agree to go out on a date withme?”

“I already told you I’m busy tonight.” Ava gapes at me like I’m crazy.

“And I already said I’d fly you out to Monaco.”

“To watch you race?”

“To watch me race.”

“And,” I glance to Ava who nods in encouragement, “where exactly would I be watching this race?”

“VIP seats. In my box.”

Ava starts bouncing up and down on the bed again, waving her arms about madly.

“Your box?”

“Yeah, I’d want you where I can see you. Where I know you can see me.” I swallow. I don’t know why those words are so hot. “So it’s a date?”

“I’ll think about it.” Ava stops bouncing and mouths “what the hell?” at me. “I’ll let you know,” I tell him.

He chuckles. “You do know how to string a man along don’t you, little one.”

“I’m just not sure,” I say honestly.

“About me?”