Page 31 of Stalking His Mate

“No need to be like that,” Dante tells my boss. Then he looks down at me with a smirk. “She quits.”

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DANTE

The way my girls jaw drops, and her eyes bug out is adorable.

“What are you doing?” she hisses at me, before twisting out of my arms to face her sloth of a boss. “I’m sorry Bruce. I was still on my break, but I’ll?—”

The overweight man’s eyes drop to where she’s wearing her apron, and he rolls his eyes. Fucking rolls them, like some teenage girl.

“I’ve put up with a lot from you, but this…” he waves at me, “this kind of behavior is?—”

“Oh, shut up Bruce!” Becca snaps from behind him. Her arms are loaded with plates that she all but tosses onto the table waiting for them. “Everyone in this place knows that Amy is your best, most reliable, and hardest working employee.”

The table she just served all nod their heads in agreement and Bruce’s face starts to turn a disturbing shade of purple as he sputters.

With a grin, Becca turns her attention back to Amy, folding her arms across her chest and hitching her hip out. “What are you still doing here? I thought you quit?”

“I can’t just quit!” Amy stammers, her head swiveling between me and her friend.

“Why not?” Becca asks her, with genuine curiosity. “This place isn’t anything special. It’s never given you a fraction of the loyalty you gave it.”

“I—but—I can’t just leave you high and dry in the middle of my shift!”

Becca shakes her head and pulls out her cell phone. Keeping it on speaker, we all listen as it rings.

“Hey Becca, what’s up?” the voice on the other end says.

“Trina, I know it’s last minute, but can you come in for the rest of the shift today?” her eyes flick to Amy and she grins. “Amy just quit.”

“Amy quit?” Trina practically screams. “Damn, it’s about time. I never would have put up with the way Bruce treated me for that long. Good for her!”

We all turn to look at Bruce who looks like he’s about to have a stroke before he spins on his heel and stalks to the back.

Becca ends the call and the tables with customers all break out into applause.

“Come on, babe,” I lean down to whisper against the side of her face. “We’ve got some catching up to do.”

“I can’t just quit. You guys—!” Amy tries to argue as I lead her towards the door. “How am I going to support myself and Molly! I need this job, we’re moving into a new place!”

I pull us up short and spin her so that she’s facing me. Leaning down, I whisper into her ear, “You got the money, didn’t you?”

“Well, yeah. But?—”

I drape my arm around her shoulder and start walking again. “You can afford to take some time off then. And you can be picky about what job you take. I want you to be able to enjoy going to work, not to have to work because you feel like you need to.”

Becca steps up to Amy’s other side and whispers loudly enough that I could hear her easily even without my shifter hearing.

“This one’s smart. You should listen to him.”

Amy shakes her head, but I don’t miss the slight smile curling her lips up.

We make our way out of the diner without any more argument.

“Wait, my car—” she sputters as I lead her to where my bike is parked.

“I’ll have someone take it back to your place later,” I promise as and I pull her over to where my bike it parked.

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