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Picking up my coat, I pull it on along with my gloves, and Aisling steps forward to help me button. Swallowing hard, I watch her focus on keeping me warm.

“Do you have any idea how fucking hot it is watching you take care of me?” I murmur, tugging on a curl with a gloved finger. I hate that I can’t feel its softness, and want to rip the gloves off immediately.

Aisling blushes as she buttons the coat closed, and I do the rest, since they’re above her head because of her height. While she’s taller than many omegas, I still tower over her.

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before,” she mutters, looking confused. I don’t want her to over think it, so I link my fingers in hers.

“Well I appreciate it,” I tell her. “I’m typically the one who makes sure other people are taken care of.”

Technically, as a pack we take care of each other, but over the last year, Evan has been acting more wild than usual. Our pack hasn’t been balanced either, because our alpha is off. Knowing that Aiden hasn’t just been moody but has been keeping secrets makes things worse.

So, I’ve been quietly keeping the status quo going, which is making sure no one fucks around enough to get killed.

As made mafia men, that’s the best you can ask for sometimes.

“Are you?” Aisling asks, squeezing my fingers as we begin walking together.

“Mmhmm,” I say. “My pack has all types of personalities, but we’re family in every way that counts. We grew up together.”

“As in the same neighborhood?” Aisling asks as we wave goodbye to the woman at the front desk.

“Thanks for coming in,” she calls out as she starts to close up.

“Yeah,” I say, trying not to let my face show how surprised I am by the question. Her life must have been very nomadic, and my heart seizes in concern. “Our parents still live in the same neighborhood we grew up in. They live just outside of Minneapolis.”

“I grew up here,” she offers as I open the front door, shivering as the frigid air hits us. It’s snowing hard, and I wince as I watch it.

Fuck, she’s going to need to drive home in this.

“God, it’s really coming down,” I grunt as we walk. The snow falls on her hair, sticking to it as we go. “Are you going to be okay to drive in this?”

“Yeah,” she says with a shrug. “I’ve driven in worse, though I’d deny it if repeated.”

I’m sure her father would turn multiple shades of red at that statement.Aisling Sullivan is a brat. A delightful and fairly fearless one, but fuck me, my blood pressure’s rising at the thought of her driving home in this. It’s not blizzard weather, yet it’s enough for me to feel uncomfortable.

“Look, are you hungry?” I ask. “I want to check the weather to see if it’s going to continue like this or if it’ll break soon. It would make me feel better.”

I appeal to her sweet heart, because I’m very close to throwing her over my shoulder and taking her to my home instead. Her head tilts back, sighing as she looks up at the sky.

“Yes,” she says, glancing over at me. “I haven’t had the best track record recently when it comes to having dinner with alphas, so if you become a judgemental asshole?—”

“You may absolutely stab me with your gorgeous switchblade, Aisling, if I do,” I tell her. As if as a reminder of how fucked up I truely am, my cock throbs with the idea of being cut by her.

God, that sounds like sexy foreplay to me.

“However, while I’m a lot of things, I have no room to be judgmental. How do you feel about Thai food? There’s a place up the street that’s phenomenal. Can I please drive?”

I have a small addiction to control. It’s why I have to fix things, because then I can control the situation, and how it continues.

“Yes,” Aisling says, sighing as if I’m asking for a lot.

Chuckling, I imagine what she’ll look like bent over my knee moaning as I spanked her. Fuck, I need to keep my shit together. Being in a car together will be torture, but I don’t want her to drive.

“My SUV is over there, Aisling,” I tell her, pointing to it. “They have heated blankets at this place, too. It’s like an omega’s perfect restaurant.”

“Take many omegas there?” she asks, a flash of jealousy in her eyes that makes me purr for her.

“No, baby, no one else,” I growl. “I need you to be warm and happy before I send you home.”

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