Page 17 of Knot a Good Idea

She looks me up and down with a raised eyebrow. “Not with a man in a ten-thousand-dollar suit that just handed me a giant bouquet of flowers, no.”

“I’m flattered. I’m your first?”

She chuckles, her sweet scent blossoming around me. “Sure.”

“As tempting as it is to just stand in your doorway all night, I think it would be best if we made our way to the restaurant now.”

I know if I go inside her house, I’ll want to stay and ruin my plans.

This isn’t a real date. I’m not looking for a relationship.

Just a partnership.

And the sooner we come to an agreement, the better.

“I suppose.” She gives me another smile, one that makes my breath catch, and I walk her to my car.

“Of course,” she murmurs as we approach.

“Of course, what?”

“Your doors don’t open like a normal car. They openup.”

“What can I say? It’s fun to watch them open upwards. My apologies I can’t get the door for you, though.”

“I’ll survive, believe me.”

Every other Omega has swooned at my car. There are only ten models made, and they’ve been coveted by car collectors. It was a gift, one that I wouldn’t have purchased myself but that I still enjoy.

It’s impressive.

Yet April isn’t impressed. I would go as far to say that she’sunimpressed.

And that…does something to me.

I can’t tell if this is the worst orbestfirst date I’ve been on.

It’s not a real date.

I wonder if it’s best to just break the news to her now while we’re driving. She would probably appreciate the honesty.

But a small, selfish part of me wants to enjoy the fantasy for a bit longer.

And once I’m in the car with her, her warm scent blooming and filling the small space, the words die on my lips.

I’ll enjoy the façade, just through dinner.

I was worried that the conversation would be awkward on the drive to the restaurant, but April is welcome company.

“So, tell me the real reason you’re in Isleton,” she says as we head toward the freeway.

“No pleasantries or anything? Just a‘what are you doing in my town?’”

“I thought we got those out of the way with the flowers.”

“I suppose we did,” I concede, unable to stop my smirk.

She’s refreshing.

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