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I stared at what looked like an armored SUV. It was practically a military-grade vehicle. Where on earth did he even get that thing? It was so tall. I looked at it for a moment. Stupidly, I’d decided to put on a dress this morning, thinking I was going to have dinner with Jeremy.

“How am I supposed to get into that thing? I'm not exactly flexible right now,” I said, frowning. “And I’m wearing a dress.”

“And it's a beautiful dress on a beautiful omega,” Devon praised as his eyes raked over me.

“That doesn't mean I want to flash the entire parking lot what’s underneath said dress.”

That got Devon's attention. His brows knitted together as his eyes raked over me once more.

“No, we don’t want anyone else seeing something they shouldn’t. Give it a go, there's a step up. Jeremy's little sister is short, and she's gotten into that car a few times.”

He walked round to my side of the car and opened the door. Sure enough, a small step popped out, making it decidedly easier to get in. There was also a handle on the doorframe near the roof that Devon pointed out.

“This seems doable,” I agreed.

“I'm going to stay behind you, just in case. That way, you only flash me.” He shot me a dazzling smile and my core tightened. It almost felt wrong to be so attracted to him, since I was quickly getting attached to Jeremy. But he had made it clear that he would be happy for me to be part of his pack. It was going to take me a while to wrap my head around this idea.

Chapter 17

Devon

Even when climbing into my car in a very clumsy manner, Daisy was gorgeous.

As soon as she was situated, I closed her door, jogging to my side and hopping in.

“You did that far too easily,” Daisy groused, narrowing her eyes at me.

“What can I say? I’m a graceful swan.” I beamed, throwing the car into drive.

“If you’re a swan, what on earth is Jeremy?”

“An old duck,” I said.

Daisy burst out laughing. “Oh god,” she wheezed. “That name fits. He’s been calling me Duckie because I waddle like a duck.”

“That’s a very fitting name.” I grinned at her as we pulled out of the parking lot.

“Do you think he’ll be home soon?” she asked, biting her lip.

“Probably. From the sound of it, he just got dragged into a few strategy meetings—actually, can you do me a favor?” As I spoke, I grabbed my cell phone from the center console and handed it to her. “Can you text Jeremy and let him know we are going out for dinner? I don’t want the mother hen to freak out if he comes home while we’re still out.”

Daisy took the phone, eyes wide. “Are you sure you want me to use your phone?” she asked in a small voice.

“Yeah.” I shrugged. “The passcode is 4-3-9-8-7-0.”

“Most guys aren’t willing to hand out their passcode,” Daisy said, looking down at the screen and tapping the numbers in.

“Insecure little assholes who have things to hide don’t like handing out their passcodes, but I have nothing to hide. Feel free to raid my phone, flower.”

“Oh . . . Cole always . . .” She shook her head.

“Cole, is that your ex?”

Daisy nodded, plastering on a smile. “Never mind! Should I send Jeremy a selfie of us?” She grinned at me conspiringly.

“Hell, yes,” I said, looking between her and the road as we came up on a set of traffic lights.

She raised the phone, so we were both on the screen, snapping a picture when I looked over. It was a lovely photo, and I was very glad it was saved on my phone.

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