Page 68 of Bonding with the Beta

“Good,” I admit. “Much better than before.”

He had my car dropped back to my university after it was fixed, which was some kind of miracle because I had no idea how I’d go to collect it when it was ready.

“Good.” He smiles as we start walking towards his parked car. “And besides, I won the bet.”

“You did not!”

“Aurora is an unusual name,” he shrugs as he takes his keys from his pocket.

I shake my head. “No. Aurora is an old name. Full stop.”

“Unusual.”

I groan and demand my phone back. Kayden obliges when we reach his car, and I quickly type the name into the internet as I flick my eyes across the results. When I look up, Kayden is leaning against his Jeep, arms folded and eyebrows raised, waiting for me to answer.

“It was around in the seventeenth century.” I point at him.

Kayden scoffs and then grabs my wrist to tilt the phone towards him. “Yeah, but it says it was rare until the twentieth century.”

“What’s that got to do with anything?”

“That makes it unusual.”

I roll my eyes at him. “You’re impossible.”

“Nah, I just really want a date with you.”

My entire body stills at his declaration, and I stare up at him, moving my head to the side slowly. “You already had a date with me,” I state simply.

“A real date, Kayleigh.”

I shouldn’t shudder at how he says my name, but I do.Every. Single. Time.

His brown eyes glitter in the light, and his lips curl, showing off those dimples that make my knees quiver.

“But who said you won?” I quirk a brow.

Kayden laughs quietly. “I did.”

“I can see that.”

“We should celebrate, too.”

“Celebrate?”

“Being Godparents, of course,” he answers and nods. “That’s not something we should take lightly. It’s a damn honour.”

I bite back a small grin. I can’t believe I’m her Godmother.

“Come on.” He pushes off his door and pats the roof. “Get in the car, blondie.”

I don’t make a scene.

The drive back to my car doesn’t take long, and since being asked to be Aurora’s Godmother has put me on top of the world, I hardly notice the time anyway.

“Thanks for the lift,” I say as we pull into the car park and unbuckle my seatbelt.

“You’re welcome. So, I’ll pick you up on Saturday at seven.”

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