Page 11 of Knot a Good Idea

My heart races, but I force my tone to remain calm. “Sorry, I don’t even know your name. I?—”

He sticks his hand out. “Donovan.”

I shake his hand, his warm palm engulfing mine, and electricity courses through me.

“April,” I whisper.

His lip quirk turns into a full smile, showing off straight white teeth. “I know.”

Of course he knows. I literally just told him.

When I reluctantly release his grip, my body aches for more. Goosebumps prick my skin, and I’m embarrassed by my reaction to him.

He’s just an Alpha, and I don’t even know him.

“Now that we’re on a first name basis,” he purrs. “Allow me the pleasure of taking you out.”

My head spins.

This has to be a joke.

I shake my head, snapping myself back to reality. “I’m not looking for any—” but an obnoxious cough interrupts me, and I see Skylar making a face at me.

“Excuse me,” I mutter, heading behind the counter. “What the hell is the matter with you?” I hiss at Skylar.

“He’s asking you out. You should say yes.”

“So, you’re suddenly a master eavesdropper now?”

“River is teaching me to read lips.” She grins at the mention of her Alpha. “Just go. I’ll have the guys investigate him, and if he’s weird, you’ll just cancel.”

I hesitate, imagining how ridiculous I look to Donovan. Running back and forth between my friends to help me decide if I should go out with him—it’s like we’re in high school.

“Say yes,” Skylar insists. “Remember, we’re supposed to get out more and expand our social circles.”

Both our therapists have the same idea, and Skylar has been able to take the advice. I haven’t yet.

“I’ll have Vincent tail you if you want him to,” she adds.

The perks of having detectives as your packmates.

Devyn enters from the stockroom, loudly slurping her iced coffee. I meet her expression, and her innocent eyes full of excitement are what makes me finalize my decision.

“Fuck it,” I mutter. “Why not?”

“Yes!” Skylar hisses. “Yes, yesyes!”

“Okay,stop,” I whisper. “Keep it together until he leaves.”

She motions zipping her lip shut with her fingers as I return to Donovan’s table.

I can do this. I can be normal for one whole minute.

“Sorry about that,” I say. “Does your offer for dinner still stand?”

“It does. Just like it did forty-five seconds ago.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Then my answer has changed to yes.”

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