Page 9 of His Lucky Moon Mate

“That’s Dr. Sidak to you, buddy,” she said, one eyebrow raised.

“I think you mean Dr. Sidak-Bartolf,” her mate growled in reply.

“Oops!” Eira snorted a laugh. “I am so sorry, my love, it’s still new.”

The pair made goo-goo eyes at each other, and normally Binder was the first to say something derogatory. But not now. Not since he was looking at Shannon with his whole damn Wolf, if not his heart, in his eyes as she perused the menu.

“Can we get a little service, please?” he asked, clearing his throat.

Was it warm in there?

Binder tugged on his collar and frowned. He wasn’t even wearing a coat, and it was cold enough to snow outside, sologically, he knew it was not hot. But inside, he was burning up with a fever that had nothing to do with the weather and everything to do with the sweet-smelling female sitting beside him. He rubbed his thigh against her as he sat down.

“It’s like that, is it? Well, then, sure Binder. I will take your order right now. What can I get you two lovebirds?” Cannon asked.

A smirk teased the corner of the younger Wolf’s mouth, and it made Binder want to punch his brother-in-law right in his stupid face. Yeah. He knew he was being a moron. He just couldn’t help it. Shannon squirmed, and he frowned, growling at Cannon for making his,er, shit what did he call her? Was it too soon to say mate?

His Wolf disagreed, but his lawyer brain refused to indulge in even thinking the word until they discussed it. Anyway, he growled at Cannon for makingheruncomfortable.

“Is your falafel good?” she asked.

“Best in town,” Cannon said.

“I’ll have the falafel platter with hummus and a small Greek salad,” she said and smiled, before turning to Binder with a look on her face that said he was a maniac.

“Ha! She’s got your number, brother,” Eira teased, then smacked his arm. “Seriously though, that table in the corner is normals. Quit it with the growling.”

Binder shook his head, cutting off the sound. Fuck. He needed to pay better attention to his surroundings.

“For you?” Cannon asked.

“I’m not that hungry,” Binder replied.

“Oh, um, you should eat now,” Shannon said, speaking lowly to him. “You must not eat a thing in Fairy, er, the Fae Realm, I mean. It’s not allowed. Well, I mean, chances are you’d die from poison, but likely you’d just be trapped there.”

“Die?” Eira asked.

“Trapped?” Cannon parroted.

“Okay,” Binder said, not doubting her for a second. “My appetite isn’t too big, Cannon. So, I’ll just take a burger. Double. With bacon. Extra crispy. Mushrooms, onions, Swiss cheese, and fries. An order of buffalo wings. The buffalo cauli-bites. Oh, and onion rings. Don’t forget the coleslaw and pickle!” Binder called out after Cannon as he made his way to the cooking station.

The younger Wolf flashed him a thumbs up and Binder patted the counter. He felt Shannon’s eyes on him and turned to see her gaping.

“What?”

“Oh, um, nothing.”

“Seriously, what?” he asked, more than a tad bit curious.

The diner was busy for being a weird time in the afternoon, but Binder tuned out everyone there—even his sister, who was undoubtedly listening to them. Damn Wolf Shifter hearing. But really, he did not mind. Captivated as he was by the beautiful creature sitting next to him, Binder honestly did not give two figs for anyone else at that moment. Especially not once he saw her cheeks turn rosy just for him.

“Well,” she began, shrugging her shoulder and looking too fucking adorable. “If that’s you ordering when you’re not that hungry, I’d hate to see you when you are, boyo,” she teased.

“Ha! Try growing up with five of these behemoths, it’s a bloody miracle I ever got a meal!” Eira cackled right in his ear, and Binder went cross-eyed at the sound.

“I don’t recall you starving, sis,” he growled, cupping his hands over his ears before giving his sister a playful shove.

“Did you say you have five brothers? Wow! Are they all like this one?” Shannon asked.

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