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“You have some interesting friends, baby,” I murmur, closing the door carefully before walking around the truck to climb into my seat.

“They’re the best, though,” Aisling says once I close the door.

“They seem to adore you, and that’s enough for me,” I tell her, putting the truck into drive.

It’s toasty warm since I never turned off the engine, and Aisling melts into her seat. At these close quarters, she would be showing signs of being my scent match if she wasn’t wearing her special gel.

While I’m a little disappointed, I can acknowledge that it’s not the right time for her to know yet.

“What’s your plan today?” I ask. Noticing her confused look, I try again as I drive carefully off Pack Mohan property. “You’re stuck with me, Sugar. I have errands all day in Minneapolis, and want to make sure I end my day when you do.”

“Oh,” she says. “I have a few appointments today, work at Omega’s Haven, and then a meeting with a website designer with Wren. I was just going to catch a ride home with her and whoever drives her in. I think she mentioned Ambrose. We only have Shaw moderate meetings when we need him to both scare and awe people.”

It’s the reason that Corbin would bring Shaw in to be his closer at meetings. He’s scary smart. I’ve sat in on a few meetings with Cian that involved Corbin, and I have to say that it’s a great strategy.

“It’s probably what I would do too,” I say with a smirk. “My motivation is completely selfish. I want to take you out for dinner once you're done and hang out. Is that okay?”

“I think I’m good with you hijacking my ride,” she says with a giggle. God, she has no idea how close to the truth that is.

We’re going to be hijacking a lot of things soon.

“Good,” I murmur. “Tell me about these errands.”

“I have my first therapy appointment with a new doctor,” she says with a sigh. “She’s already working with Omega’s Haven as a therapist, so I’m going to give her a try. It seems a little hypocritical to recommend her otherwise.”

Thinking about the way she jumps into so many things in the name of Omega’s Haven, I nod. Cupid’s Call, therapy, I wonder if there’s anything she wouldn’t do for the omegas who come to them for help.

“I don’t know that it would be hypocritical,” I murmur. “I think it’s admirable that you’re willing to face whatever demons you may have, though. Whenever I hear you talk about Omega’s Haven, you light up. It’s clear you’ve found your passion, which isn’t something very many people can say.”

“I love helping people, knowing that I’m setting things in place that will continue when I’m not,” she says. “Not that I’m planning on going anywhere, but what’s a legacy without that? Everyone has a story, something they’re trying to overcome, and having a safe space to do that means a lot.”

Aiden told us about how she was sleeping in parks, and I’m glad once again that I killed her past landlord. God, I hope the pigs ate well that day.

“What is your favorite part of your days?” I ask her.

“Being able to add another piece to the puzzle to our resources,” Aisling says. “Especially when it’s because someone staying at Omega’s Haven steps up to help. Yesterday, I was saying that I needed to set up childcare for those that want to start looking for work, and one of our residents that just graduated from college said she’d put it together. It gets exhausting sometimes setting everything up.”

“So your love language is acts of service is what you’re telling me,” I say to her. My mother did a deep dive into that book, and I have to say that some of it rubbed off.

My lips curl into a smile at Aisling’s wide eyed look of shock.

“I listen to people for a living, Aisling,” I rumble. “Finding the lies, the loopholes, the truth. Those are the things I do every day for your father. Being able to inspire people to step up is a big deal. You should feel really good about that.”

Flushing, she nods, and all I can smell is her sweet scent. Inhaling deeply, I navigate the snowy roads to Minneapolis, glancing at her from time to time to admire how beautiful she looks. She's wearing thick black tights under a dark-green sweater dress. A gray coat is thrown over it all, with black, sturdy boots on her feet.

Forcing my eyes back to the road, I imagine what it would be like to tear her tights open as I grind her over my cock. God, there are so many things I want to do to her, starting with tasting and devouring her lips.

“You have been a tease, Aisling,” I growl, enjoying the shiver she gives next to me. “These little skirts you’ve been texting me just make me want to attach myself like a barnacle to your pretty little thighs. So, I’m going to be seeing you as much as possible today. Do you need another coffee before I drop you off?”

“No, talking to you has helped to wake me up,” she says with a giggle. “Dr. Alys’ is up on Fortbright and 5th street. I would say I didn’t mean to be a tease, but I unapologetically was.”

“Are you not getting enough attention from these dates you’ve been going on?” I ask. “Please say no, I don’t want to be responsible for killing anyone.”

“I haven’t really had any more dates,” Aisling says with a shrug. “We had to restructure them a bit, and they stalled out with the holidays.”

“Is it awful that I want to tell you to date me instead?” I ask. “I think the small pieces that you’ve shown me are incredible. Why force things with someone who doesn’t see that?”

“Social experiment?” she asks with a sigh. “I don’t even know if your pack would want me. I come with a lot of baggage, which is why I was only?—”

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