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Nik sighs.

“Anyway, I’ve spent the last few days planning ways to strangle you in your sleep, but I’m over it.” Nathan chuckles. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Melody.”

I give him a small smile.

“I’ll walk you out,” Miller says, pulling me away from Nik.

“I’m glad to see ye’er doing well,” Kiernan says on our way by.

I wave my thanks as Miller guides us toward the door. Despite the uncertainty, life definitely is looking up.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Carver

I’m a gentleman, or I should say I’m desperately trying to be one. My cock doesn’t seem to understand the definition of the word. Ever since I caught sight of Mel as she climbed into the SUV, it became clear I probably wasn’t going to make it to the second date without shoving my cock inside her sweet pussy.

Oliver seemed equally at a loss for words. She’s got on a cream-colored dress that’s tight on her tits and stomach, but it gets fluffier around her hips. Fuck if I know what that style is called, but I do know she’s drop-dead gorgeous.

Nik’s nickname for her is apt.

Miller mentioned her preference to avoid seafood. I could’ve kissed him because I nearly fucked up our first date. Finding a restaurant around here that didn’t feature seafood was impossible, but I managed to find a nice little steakhouse that at least has options.

It’s directly next to a decent hotel that we’ve already reserved a room in.

I drop Oliver off at the front desk to check us into the room, that way if Mel isn’t feeling well after dinner, we can head right up. Are we being presumptuous assholes renting a room withone king-sized bed? Probably not, considering she hasn’t spent a night alone since her heat started, but my hands do weirdly start to sweat against the steering wheel when I think about her being pissed.

Oliver comes back before I can blurt out something ridiculous like offering to get her a separate room.

Jesus Christ.

I need a beer. Or seven.

We park and head into the restaurant. One side is a steakhouse and the other is a bar with a dance floor. I’m not entirely sure Melody will be up for dancing, but I do want to give her a full date experience, so I’m grateful it’s there if we aren’t quite ready to end the night.

We make it inside and they seat us in a two-sided booth. I would have preferred one of the round ones, but it is what it is. Mel and I share one side while Oliver takes the other.

Dinner goes well.

I mean, other than Oliver informing Melody that she needs to pick a different salad dressing when the server doesn’t know if their Caesar dressing is pasteurized, that is.

Melody is a good sport about it. She stretches a hand across the table after we place our order and thanks him for teaching her that tidbit of information.

Oliver lights up, and it’s clear he’ll be researching every possible food she might come into contact with from here on out.

Melody puts away a fair amount of her steak and potato, but she declines dessert when it’s offered. I brush my fingers over the soft skin of her inner thigh, relishing how she feels pressing against my side.

The waitress drops the check and Oliver and I immediately fight over it.

“You paid for the room,” he growls.

The skinny fucker has long arms and unbelievably quick reflexes, I covertly flip him off while Mel frowns at her phone.

My interest immediately transfers to her screen as it lights up again. Her ex’s picture dances across it, and I fight the urge to do something stupid. I’ve already spoken to that asshole once. I don’t think it would go any better a second time.

My hand dances up Mel’s thigh in an attempt to distract her.

“He’s still bothering you? Or did you reach out to him?” I ask close to her ear as I tease my fingers higher.