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“Well, that was what I was going for,” I joke.

He laughs. It’s not hearty, but I’ll take it.

“I want you to do one more thing for me,” I tell him.

“Hang on in there?” he asks.

I snort. “No. Go rest upstairs. I’ll send Arrow up to look after you. He’s been missing us lately. We’ve both been distracted, and I think that’s why his perfume has been muted.”

“I’m not good company right now, Enzo.”

“Arrow’s always good company. He’ll make you feel better. Don’t force me to make it an order.”

He sighs. “Fine, but I’m in the mood for ravioli again for dinner so you’d better get making some.”

Typical lead Alpha move. Making sure he gets in the last word.

“Whatever you want Lead Alpha.”

“Don’t get cute,” he says, as he moves past me toward the back door. “It doesn’t suit you.”

He’s definitely feeling a little better, and Arrow can only improve his mood even more.

I follow him into the kitchen, ready to get started on prepping for dinner.

Chapter Sixty-Eight

Jack

Ididn’t think I’d be spending my afternoon moving tables around the dining room, but since it’s part of Beth’s plan to improve the flow and the atmosphere it becomes the first priority after we’ve called and booked the tradesmen for the bigger jobs.

“What about this one?” I ask, pointing out the tiny two-person table that doesn’t really fit in with the rest. It’s the only small one we have. Every other table is big enough for four or more chairs.

Beth comes over and looks at it. “I think … We should order a few more in this size. It’ll work well at the front of the restaurant.”

“Okay cool. I’ll move it out to reception.”

She nods, and I see her gaze fall on my arm.

The curious look in her eyes catches my attention, and I realize she’s looking at my tattoo.

Ah, shit. It’s a heart being pierced by an arrow, which I got after I met Arrow and my Alphas.

She’s going to know Arrow’s my true mate.

Should have worn something with long sleeves.

Too late now.

“Nice ink,” she says finally, her gaze rising back to my face.

“Thanks,” I murmur, wondering if I can avoid any awkward questions by moving that table now.

“Did you get it because of Arrow?” she asks, as I get ready to lift.

She has one raised eyebrow when I look back at her.

She knows. Damn it. She knows.

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